The exhibition of huge red sculptures by Anish Kapoor: “Blood stick”, "Drip", "Ishi's light" or the gigantic sophisticated golden phallic dildo exposed at the Palais des Papes in Avignon. Is it a sex toy for a Pope? Kapoor's political proposition in response to the troubles of the Catholic Church? Promoting the "Good Vibrations" products among the bishops?
I’m not sure if comparing Anish Kapoor to Brancusi should make him feel flattered, but Jean de Loisy compliments him tremendously by classifying his work as – “le vrai cul du diable”.
Yes, Kapoor's red sculptures make my mind face the discrepancy between what I know and what I acknowledge having felt. The sensation of being simultaneously present and absent. Limitless suggestions. Central void inside. Like traveling through wild Asia without specific destination. My subconscious starts leaking. Invasive and disturbing masterpieces. Superior seductiveness that I'm not sure to want to embrace...
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