Pictures (?) at an Exhibition
Somehow I had been invited to a collective exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art in Baku, something vague enough, about New European Trends or the like.
I admit I was at loss, but didn’t question their choice, not wishing to loose the opportunity to visit a city that had always intrigued me.
I opted for a three minimalist installations.
The first two are gypsum lumps pasted on the corner of the walls, duly numbered and antedated as if they were a suite conceived years earlier.
The third is a disappearing act: the displayed artwork has unaccountably vanished from sight.
Only a number and the hanging string remain.