Marcel Duchamps mission with Fountain was to challenge the public into truly deciphering art. Viewers considered a urinal placed upside down was illogical, senseless and no Fountain.  The piece was rejected from an art show but soon after Duchamp claimed that he was the artist and that "R. Mutt" was an alias the piece was quickly accepted. 

R. Mutt firmó en 1917 este wáter, revolucionando el arte al igual que en su día Manet hizo con El Balcón, Warhol con su pop-art, y así hasta Velázquez con su pintura impresionista (por citar un estilo, ya que revolucionó todo cuanto tenía a mano). Mutt jugaba con la ironía hasta en el pseudónimo, protegiendo a la obra de dar el verdadero nombre del artista y creando una confusión entre popularidad y relevancia pública con la verdadera identidad de quien se encontraba detrás, el artista, tantas veces ensalzado como última cruzada. Marcel Duchamp era el hombre del wáter, el hombre que se rió del MoMA como hasta ese momento no lo había hecho nadie. ¿Es arte? Desde el punto de vista de rompedor sí. ¿Es bello? A cada cual su idea. Pero esta obra es revolución, necesaria revolución cuando se llega a un punto en el que arte se emplea para cualquier tipo de obras, expresiones e incluso actos populares. La fuente, como denominó a la obra, es revolución no arte.

Todo esto viene debido a que la Tate Modern de Londres trae dicha obra como exposición temporal. Un servidor ansía verla en persona y también ansía que bajen los precios de los vuelos, ya que el viaje inicial a la capital de la música ha quedado aplazado por el alto coste de éstos. Pero no hay que preocuparse, Duchamp viene también a Barcelona, y ahí se le verá, sí o sí.

Foto: Duchamp, Marcel. Fountain. 1917

Sr. Chinarro - Yo no soy militar

the writing on the stall from 3 wonderful museums and one derelict restaurant this weekend. fantastic additions to the permanent collection of these amazing institutions.

I defined it as such.

This is art, when bought for $3.36 in british money that’s just a little more than a dollar fifty.

Second grade is art. There is art in you and on this ticket.

 Algerian is art ART Duchamp was an artist and guilty of it. Hey Pomp stop selling those pins, he isn’t innocent. Dali was a sell out and an artist, but Disney was the Pope! Guns aren’t art, we don’t won’t them not the futurists, they can take their automobiles and leave.  BYE Sans art Le gouvernement français est art.  Il n’y a rien d’art ici, sauf tout ce qui est art.  Germany lost world war two.  The Large Glass has another name. The Seven Dwarfs was a German story. Mickey Mouse represents an alliteration, art.  Art is in the paper, art is in the pen, art is on the tv, art is in the den, art lives in you, art comes from me, art sings to all, art’s done by a bee, art is something dumb, art is something fun, art is sometimes alive, and art is relentlessly a pun,  art can breath change, art can be thrown away, art can cause tears, art is here to stay.  That was a really dumb poem. This is war! You still owe me that $4.56                                                             I STAND FOR ART Tristan hurry up and come back to us before countless more go to art school. Hanz we have failed, and Earnst if you hadn’t painted Ubu, he would have gone unnoticed in today’s world.  We want NO violence, we are not the futurists or the idiot Dadaists who cried for such stupidity.  But should you see Mr. Ubu (he is no longer a king) KILL HIM! That is all! Free those confined by the trap.  R. Mutt I Salute You! Huysmans.

Irrepetible - Serigrafía

Un urinario lo hizo mucho antes que la caja de jabón en polvo. Que me perdone Danto -que seguro no va a leer esto y le importa un cuerno que alguien en un blog contradiga la gran afirmación de su vida-, pero el Pop ha recibido muchas atribuciones que simplemente calcó del garabato dadaista. Como Mafalda reclamando la paz mundial desde su sillita, yo pido justicia a través de este post.

Según el filósofo, alrededor de 1964 comienza el período posthistórico en el arte, "una vez que se determinó que una definición filosófica del arte no se vinculaba con ningún imperativo estilístico, por lo que cualquier cosa podía ser una obra de arte" (Arthur C. Danto, Después del fin del arte: El arte contemporáneo y el linde de la historia, Paidós, Buenos Aires, 1999, pág. 69). En 1964, casualmente, Andy Warhol expone su famosa Brillo Box, una caja de jabón en polvo. Es decir, hace exactamente lo mismo que hizo Duchamp con un urinario casi 50 años antes: colocar un objeto industrial, de la cultura de masas, en el espacio que deberían ocupan las obras de arte. Así se cuestiona tanto al sistema como a las formas del arte, imponiendo al concepto y al gesto como la verdadera obra. Pero eso sucedió por primera vez en 1917, no en 1964.

En la obra de Warhol hay un sentido agregado, que es el del consumo masivo. Esto podría ser una encantadora ironía, si no fuera por la forma compulsiva en que el célebre artista Pop comercializó su propio trabajo. No hacía falta exhibir un objeto de la industria cultural, bastaba con poner una obra de Warhol.

De todas maneras, que no se malinterprete, considero que el Pop es un movimiento sumamante valioso dentro de los discursos del arte. Grandes herederos de un gigante: Marcel Duchamp.

            This world is dead! Yes dead and yet still dying. It needs life shocked violently back into its little limbs a shock so grand in principle that in reality it would at least do something. But first we must understand why. We must understand what caused and is causing this ultimate death. We have to ask the question: How did this pathetic little world die? The answer is in the dictionary, between the words “dad” and “daddy”. Please stop reading and look this up in your household dictionary before continuing, you know, the one you have in that living/dining/ whatever room that puts all of our history and culture into a little book created to create a formula for our world. If you continue reading without executing this operation you will not have the knowledge necessary to continue reading. Now what is between those words… it actually depends on the size of your dictionary for some there is a rather long description of an artistic movement ending before World War Two, for others there is NOTHING. So what am I talking about? What little word which so nicely divides two words of the same object. Why just a simple four letter word comprised of only two letters, DADA, a significantly meaningless expression that kicked this world into the 20^th century. So Dada caused this death? NO NO DADA NO. Dada has died, and with it went the rest of the world not controlled by ambiguous significance. What we need is significant ambiguity! Thus it is a call to arms, or legs. FAFA demands a trial by air for those who committed the atrocity of killing DADA. Who killed it then, who is responsible for this blank world of nothing but an impressioned ideal of nothing? You are, I am, the Sam Fox School of yadadadada is, Wash U is, Bush is, Kerry too, so is America and Iraq as well as Russia and Australia, they can’t WTF out of this, Youtube, facebook, New York and especially Paris are. LA is because it is not New York, Hollywood is because it exists, Rowling and Brown are, the T-rex from Jurassic Park and the entire world are, and this computer is.

            So to understand why these people are involved in its death you have to first understand all the students in this world, yes it’s always the students, i.e. you people and me, who look upon                                                                               Fountain

 and see only categories of art, who sometimes can’t even see the                      studented aspects of themselves. We students have this sick blindness of looking upon tangible questions and see only answers. We get so riled up we demand the answers usurp the question and eat the brains of the questioners.                                    So we are still shocked by such question-inducing objects. Shocked enough to attempt to eradicate its existence and assert our answers. R. Mutt would be proud to know that his work still upsets the majority of students. But                                                 R. Mutt’s pride is neither here nor there, the question we need to ask now for the sake of FAFA is this: if these pieces of “art/nonart” are still so provocative as to bring someone to anger, why did the movement die?

            I say here and now that that doesn’t matter in the least. What matters is the need for a revolution, bring back the porcelain sculptures and nailed heads! I want freedom once again!  DADADADADADADADADA.

            L’art pour l’art, NO MORE, l’art pour le monde! Where the hell is Guernica now? STOP PAINTING THAT DAMN PAINTING OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!!E

            So what can you do to save the world? That’s simple, burn M the institutions calling themselves schools of art, they serve no purpose, they work to continue the traditions that kill us and our future, I’m sick of “reproductive” artists, has production really died? R. Mutt once told me that the reason Dada died is that people are now post-shocked. Well god damn it! You people are stupid for that, I am stupid for that. Ubu has won now hasn’t he; we all followed him into the trap. Well I’m sick of the trap. Everyone grab your knives and stab the dictionaries, free yourselves from contemplation and education. Run naked in the streets and Dada, dada all the way to the next world. Dada the white house, and yellow houses and the blue houses and those houses without colors. Dada the films that only perpetuate film, dada tomorrow and yesterday, dada the moon and Spain. Dada V through W. Dada Dada and FAFA.