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“Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?”
–Federico Calboli
To partially quote Garrison Keillor, a lot of what passes for art is just clinical depression.
Oooo, I wonder if I could be considered a performance artist. What he does sounds a lot like what I do at “work” everyday… 😉
Incredible…that takes some true dedication to his art. For fear of looking too deeply into the meaning, what I take from this piece, personally, is an exploration of human captivity. We seem, as a species and a civilization, obsessed with locking people in cages if they do something we don’t like. It’s at a stark contrast with the liberty we love to boast about.
The only one of those efforts I remember was the one in which he tied himself to another person. I remember being fascinated by that.
The artist aside, the article is well done.