About 4 or 5 years ago I bought a work by an emerging artist in Berlin through a friend that was in progress. By the time he finished, the painting was unrecognizable and ultimately scrapped. Every so often I’d ask the dealer for a replacement or something to settle up, and only just a few weeks ago he offered a small Dirk Skreber sculpture which I readily accepted after so long a wait.
Having forgotten completely over course of the last days, it arrived yesterday. Resembling the taxi van I just crashed in, it certainly comes imbued with a new layer of meaning … not necessarily good. But i like it all the same.