Mäx! This is my last pick!

Mäx posted here (sorry Finn) and here (sorry Lichtenberg).

And Mäx published photos from my phone!
Shinichi Sawada  (Sandra Bartoli just emailed me the name) in the Palazzo Enciclopedico at the Arsenale.

Actually I was writing about the Biennale and why I loved seeing all these ugly paintings, and drawings and sculptures, and then crossing the room with Albert Oehlen and Pamela Rosenkranz feeling like in a collector’s space. I would have written why I was under the impression the Arsenale would work better the other way round, starting with the art ending with the top view on the world. Anyhow, the central pavilion was the highlight because it starts with Carl Jung and ends with Peter Fischli and David Weiss’s Suddenly This Overview (David Weiss once told me he did a Jungian therapy)
Mäx, I would have written why this is my favourite piece of all times.
The sign says: “From 1981-” but you spoiled it Mäx. It’s embarrassing to spend my last pick apologizing.
I would have explained why I don’t like Gravity at all, why––after seeing Children of Men––I thought Alfonso Cuarón was the future of cinema but now think it’s rather John Ford.
Why Gravity is this kind of Marina Abramović thing: we-all-feel-nothing-but-cry-anyway. Why I liked exactly the first 2,74%. But here is another Abramović thing: everybody else loved it. I was sitting in a Space-Amélie. With this floating hockey mom between Chinese and Soviet space garbage.

I would have––but now you know Mäx.
Yours C.