Triangles are a three sided polygon
What you see is what’s shown Saccade is the fancy word for fast eye movement
Art by Matthew Biederman still has room for improvement.
Three screens at the end of the the hallway
Showing about 108 Right Triangles in an array
I remember “square of the length of the hypotenuse”
If I look closely I’m certain at least one of them is chartreuse.
Mr. Biederman used some kind of computerized tool
To make the triangles move and twist on an irregular schedule
Your eyes follow the motion Guided Saccade lacks all emotion.
A box in a box with some sense of history
Sometimes Russian Constructivism is just a mystery.
What El Lissitzky did in 1923 might be obvious to some
Since I had to look it up, it’s obvious that I’m just plain dumb.
A copy of a copy of a room filled with abstract symbols, the room Proun
When stripped of the art, might as well be a ruin.
To see the original copy you need to go to Eindhoven
I can’t figure out why the copy of the copy (without the art) was chosen.
Trying to understand who made what choices to exhibit and why
Sometimes it looks like demand was less than supply.
Thankfully in the Triennale there’s a awful lot of art all in one place
There’s always more to see (that could be better) in the worst case.
A video in German projected on something like a maze.
Completely incomprehensible no matter what he says.
I didn’t stick around for any replays.
Living in Montreal it helps to bilingue
Speaking two languages is part of the local Sturm und Drang
But dreisprachig just makes my brain hang.
Reading the catalogue it “probes porosity, problematizing the relationship between model and reality.”
A sentence that only someone with a PhD in art history could write and love
Reading it makes my mind wander and removes all vitality
After looking at it for hours I think I understand the phrase, sort of.
Fish out of water, sailboat on land.
Serving drinks on Wednesday evening, I understand.
I wonder what cocktails he has planned?
Allow me to correct myself, sailboat in a museum.
I presume that Mr. Baldwin knows how to carpe-diem,
Everytime I saw it, it seemed more like a mausoleum.
I can’t figure out the “h,” maybe he didn’t know in French it’s “Barbade.”
Getting it into the space must have been an interesting feat.
English-style rum (sans le “h”) isn’t half bad.
When it comes from Martinique or Haiti it can be sipped neat.