For this post I thought I'd subject whoever's reading this to a brief moment in the life of me. Now you too can experience the joy of doing my thesis! Seriously though. I decided to write something about the Chapman brothers and now it's TOO FUCKING LATE to change my mind. So I'm stuck with them. And their bullshit. Check out this excerpt from an interview with them.
Maia Damianovic: Do you see your representation of anatomical transgression as a singularly provocative prosthetics of the Self?
Dinos and Jake Chapman: Singularity is a superstition left over from monotheism: unitary God — unitary Man. In our experience, anatomical transgression usually elicits laughter which, if convulsive enough, can kill singularity or, at least, choke it a little.
Damianovic: Do you wish to propose the excessive image as a revolutionary efflorescence of identity, a kind of post-humanist revolt, a jouissance?
Chapman: Yes.
WHAT THE TWATTING TWAT?! What does any of that actually mean?! Alright, clearly they are all on an acid trip inside their own rectums (..recti? nevermind). This I can accept. It's iritating and idiotic, but I can accept it. It's contemporary art and, not just any contemporary art but YBA art, so being up one's own ass comes with the territory. No, my problem with this interview is that the interviewer and the interviewees are clearly not participating in the same conversation. Neither one of them seems to hear/understand/care what the other is saying. It's fucking nuts. And that is why I hate my thesis. And why I'm going shopping on Monday to drown my pain in expensive things. Yeah, that's right - fuck you recession.
