The junk that collects on New York City streets is used by Robert Rauschenberg to compose large canvases that sometimes look like
walls in a house inhabited by very bad children.
Our own retrospective begins with a review of Rauschenberg's 1958 show at Castelli gallery by poet John Ashbery, who notes that the artist's junk - covered canvases «look like
walls in a house inhabited by very bad children.»
Not exact matches
Etched on the glass are words and colours that, depending on light conditions and time of the day, show up as shadows on
walls or ceilings,
in a sequence that would, if navigated and read entirely from room to room, read through a vocabulary of elective affinities, therefore
inhabiting the
house with the missing voices of friendship.
Some of the
houses give no indication of the lives lived within their
walls and make one question whether they were ever
inhabited or even fully built; others,
in contrast, show yards strewn with mattresses, cushions, a television, and broken bookshelves — the detritus of lives upended.