Standing and Hanging

On Thursday, October 1, 2015, I visited Altman Siegel Gallery and responded to three of five pieces in the show Standing and Hanging, which housed pieces by artists El Anatsui, Louise Bourgeois, Carol Bove, Gianni Piacentino, and Jiro Takamatsu, an exhibition organized in collaboration with Adrian Rosenfeld, September 17 – October 31, 2015, 49 Geary, Suite 416, San Francisco, CA, 94108, Tel. 415.576.9300,

While the exhibition is based on “How an object sits in space…the sculptures are attuned to the body…between viewer and artwork, as a…mediation on the words ‘above’ and ‘below,'” I came to the following conclusions:

1. Of El Anatsui’s Uwa, 2012, Found aluminum and copper wire, 172 x 77 inches, diameter in sphere is 30 inches (dimensions variable), (M-S12-04), I don’t get that as a waiter, the collection of beer taps or wine menus, a litter of temporary satisfactions strung together like bowels, the litter of a world drunk on itself. Swirls of organs at play as a gushing. Earrings, broaches, necklaces, stamped, crushed or spilling on cement. Somehow it speaks to me, like groups of people connected to products, men standing outside a pub in the summer in England. They discuss their jobs, their female co-workers. It is just a metallic waste at the end of the day and it repeats, like dinner, unsatisfied, glittery, and bad for one’s health.

2. Of Louise Bourgeois’s FEMME, 2005, Bronze, silver nitrate patina, 33 x 41.9 x 19.7 cm, 13 x 16 1/2 x 7 3/4 in, 1/6 (M-S05-03), the suspended obesity of pregnancy is limbless on a wire waiting to hit the floor. Every section of flesh pulled upwards by its falling. Mid-scream, heavy, metallic in the mouth, breakable, and intelligent.

3. Of Gianni Piacentino, Matt Metal Gray-Blue Record Vehicle, 1988-2003, Water based enamel (2k acrylic matt finish) on wood and resin, polished aluminum, (anticorodal), aluminum, 36.2 x 379.7 x 19.7 cm, 14. 1/4 x 149 1/2 x 7 3/4 in, (M-S88-01), Life is this razor-like form, the cleanest shape through the narrowest of spaces, tranquility in a knife, tranquility in an invention, no place for oneself, just the lift and separation, each end aerodynamic but vulnerable to the horizontal forces. Unable to predict what type of earthquake will come, standing one minute and fallen the next. Always in love with form and emptiness, wanting to be clean and young.

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