Aliens, tall blocky creatures, curiously all named Rusty, have landed in Philly and were last seen massing by the Art Museum.
Using a sophisticated AI computer from the University of Pennsylvania, the City Fathers have managed rudimentary communication.
It’s still fuzzy at this point but the apparently are looking for a human named Rocky.
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British sculptor Antony Gormley presents STAND, an installation of ten cast-iron blockworks, as a speculation on how public sculpture in an urban context can re-engage with the subjective feeling of the citizen. Each rising ten feet high and weighing nearly three tons, the assemblage of figures is arrayed monumentally along the iconic steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. While the series takes a symmetrical, forefrontal occupation along the axis of the grand neo-classical building, the figures are not traditional statues, or portraits of the moral and the great. They are not representative of a national era. Rather, each abstracted figure invites the viewer to act as a ‘co-producer’ of the work, to both project and recognize internal affinities within the postural attitude it carries.
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The postures of each figure were initially developed through the influence of such words as lull, daze, prop, and ponder. While each word served as a catalyst for formation during his creative process, Gormley regards each figure as a sculptural rorschach test, inviting the viewer to generate their own translation. The works therefore have no meaning until there is a projected recognition from the viewer. The human likeness, or memetic factor of each figure is abstracted by the materiality and architectural language of the work. The installation will be on view from january 24th through june 16th, 2019 at the philadelphia museum of art, which is currently undergoing a transformative renovation by Frank Gehry.
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Want the
English American translation of the last paragraph?
It says, we spent a shitload of your money to bring culture to your city and class to you. If you are such a lowlife scumbag that
you can’t project meaning on these exquisite forms, then no class, no culture, no hope, for you.
In others words, if you don’t like it it’s your fault, you failed, get thee to an nunnery.
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