I don’t really think about the art/non-art issue so much as I think about how context can create art. And maybe also about our weird relationship to anonymous, everyday objects. And maybe also about how being an artist is about “selecting” things.

I also think about the objects themselves, how they all seem to strike the same sort of banal/horrific tone. It would be hard to make a good readymade, I think. Like I’m looking at a blue pair of scissors in front of me now and thinking, “this would make a bad readymade.” But lopping of the head of a coat rack and daggling it from a string made a good readymade.

Duchamp is a strange guy.

I kind of liked the films. There was a point in one of them where these four hats (bowlers, of course) are floating through the air and they land perfectly on the heads of four men seated stiffly at a breakfast table.

I didn’t go into the Douglas Gordon show.

I saw this show too and thought a lot of the machinery paintings were lovely. And it’s an ironically overload that most of the “readymades,” challenging what can and can’t be art are actually all 60s “reproductions,” further causing debates as to whether they’re even “real.” Blaaaaah.

The movies were all your stock “terrible experimental film,” but they were inventing the cliche genre right there.

I actually went over to the Douglas Gordon Timeline show right across the hall and really liked the Elephant installation and the 30 Second Text.