Marcel Duchamp's L.H.O.O.Q. For my thoughts on this see: "Me, Marcel Duchamp, and L.H.O.O.Q." |
Marcel Duchamp is a good role model. He spent many years pretending to do nothing but play chess, which he evidently did very well. Meanwhile he was secretly creating a very strange and maybe profound work of art that's now in the Philadelphia museum titled: “Étant Donnés: 1. La Chute d’Eau, 2. Le Gaz d’Éclairage.” Was he really that serious? Was he serious when he signed R.Mutt to a urinal and submitted it to an art exhibit? And when he did similar things with other "readymades"?*
Towards the end of his life, Marcel Duchamp remade new editions of his original readymades, since the ones from the 19-teens had been lost. Instead of using a readymade urinal, he had a professional ceramicist make a model -- so it wasn't really readymade, but was "really" a work of art. (I guess.) He sold these for rather large amounts of money. I prefer to think of this as another joke he played on the Art Market. Actual scholars may view things differently.
What my Mona Lisa collection looks like now: in a frenzy of decluttering, I put most of the stuff into bankers boxes next to my ironing board. (You know, use Mona Lisa as an Ironing Board.) |
Random, but I own a copy. |
I own this one too, even with dust jacket. |
*For a description of the Marcel Duchamp works in Philadelphia, see: "Landscape of Eros, Through the Peephole" from the New York Times archive. We have visited that museum and seen them a few times. Memorably a museum guard watching them once captured their spirit perfectly. He said "Marcel Duchamp was a piece of work."
There is just something about Groucho Mona Lisa that makes me laugh out loud. But then Groucho always makes me laugh out loud! This is a FUN post! And fun is important! I hope you find some more!
ReplyDeleteI certainly agree that Duchamp's later editions of readymades (urinals, snow shovels, bicycle wheels ...) are a multi-dimensional joke on the art world and its values.
ReplyDeleteAs another example, Donald Judd sends blueprints to a carpenter shop to have a box sculpture fabricated.... suppose he orders six to be made...they are shipped to a gallery and sold for $75,000 each. But the carpenter, having an art world sensibility, fabricates a seventh for his own collection. Walter Benjamin would tell us that the seventh lacks the necessary aura of the first six... it is just a wooden box of no intrinsic value beyond the material ($25) and two hours of work by an ordinary carpenter ($50).
No use complaining of this x1000 multiplier... that's just how it is.