Lately (this past week) I’ve been flooded with memories from the past I had thought I had finished with come to the surface with a thrust so fierce – The Death of Chris Burden, which for me represents the resurrection of his spirit as an Artist of profound significance who has been years ahead of others.
You should see how handsome he grew the longer he lived.
He was hot!
Enough of that.
But it is extremely strange when you have the past suddenly reappear in some formation or through some event that seems to both mourn his loss but revel in the knowledge that he shall always be considered the most Visionary Artist of the Post Modern Art Movement. Art has risen to another level with the appearance of Chris Burden. And so now, while we mourn his death, new generations will also come to know his work and its profound affect on both viewer and artist as the art object. And, The Moral Dilemna of Art and The Humanization and participation as voyeur usually at a illogical exhibit – a man sits under a pane of glass at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago and no one but the artist knows the terms required to end the performance. Three days, was it?
It was chilling.
And it fucking blew away people’s minds.
Just a nice guy!
(I have no idea why I said that …