Christopher Wool "Untitled"
I could write an boring 2000 word essay about how many meanings this image *might* have.
About how strongly some people argue its "right" to be classed as art.
About its context and impact, or lack thereof.
About how I liked it so much I went to the gift shop and bought the postcard.
But I'm not going to. Instead I'll just post a photo of it on this blog. Get it out of my system for now. Until I can generate some kind of rough rambling on the semiotics of it. (Signs, symbols and meaning, and the study thereof)
(cont.)
It's detonation is just three words, painted on a wall, in a large size and in a stencil style sans serif font. (Mmm alliteration)
But it's connotation is that of a saying, a statement, someone trying to communicate something... or maybe nothing. The artists own attempt at a transmission. And we are recieving.
The set of lectures on semiotics have begun to help me understand why this particular piece of art appeals to me. The basis of human fascination, when something defies classification, people are curious and attempt to find meaning in everything. It’s the same words or actions, but it could mean any of a number of things. When it's syntagm is in more than one paradigm set?...
Explained as best I can here:
The Paradigm is like a particular set of words all meaning the same thing, and the syntagm is the choice of word you make. Like “He couldn’t feel the pain/pane when he fell through the window” said out loud this could mean two completely different things. Two different people could infer two different meanings from it.
But it’s this concept that apparently makes cult films popular, they can’t be placed into a single genre.
Their sytagms are in many different paradigms simultaneously
Which is part of what makes them fascinating.
You complete me?
You force me to do this?
You created me?
...?
