I went round to my friend Hans’ studio this morning. He’s this really eccentric German guy I met out one night. I imagine he created a crazy character after a night on mushrooms; he's probably just played the role so long he doesn't even know he made it up. He's always doing some insane project. I've seen him papier-mâché a cows head, fill crisp packets with computer chips, and whiteout an entire Leon Uris novel. I think it’s all a little random and pointless but he seems to make a living. The project I saw him working on today was actually quite sane. He had created an entire line of functional artwork. The window was a semitransparent photograph of an Andean landscape, the heater was a canvas abstractly covered in gas tubing, and the lamp was an Egyptian statue that illuminated through its jewel-encrusted headpiece. I said, "Hans, this stuff could really sell. Even I'd consider buying that lamp."
“That’s too bad,” he replied. “I'm just about to destroy these objects to show that there's no room in the art world for function.”
“That’s too bad,” he replied. “I'm just about to destroy these objects to show that there's no room in the art world for function.”