Last September 2007, Costantino Zicarelli asked me to write the text for his solo exhibition, I'm with stupid, I'm not with stupid, which was held at his residence in October.
Cos basically placed exhibition labels for many and multiple ordinary items in his house.
View the pics from the exhibition here:
WHO IS STUPID?
Costantino Zicarelli’s solo exhibition I’m with stupid, I’m not with stupid questions the very idea of art and who says what art is. I’m with stupid, I’m not with stupid fuses everyday household objects in an ordinary residence with the formalities of the art arena – an exhibition title, exhibition duration, title tags, invitations, guestbook, guests, opening with food and drinks, curatorial notes, even an artist. Yet, are these formalities enough to establish these objects as art? Is it even art to the artist himself?
The whole exhibition is inspired by the artist’s own experience. Sitting around, doing nothing and just really minding his own business, Zicarelli was surprisingly applauded for his unwitting “performance art” piece. This non-art art—or art non-art—incidence spurred the thoughts that eventually led to I’m with stupid, I’m not with stupid.
Yet, who is the stupid one anyway? Perhaps it is we who believe this is art when it’s not. Perhaps it is we who believe this isn’t art when it is. Perhaps it is the artist who thinks this is art when it’s not. Perhaps it is the artist who thinks this isn’t art when it is.
Who is the one duping and being duped?
Then again, this is really just a stupid write-up anyway, giving an air of validity that this is all art. Maybe we’ll never figure out who is stupid because we’re too damn stupid to figure it all out. Or perhaps we’re all really stupid and that it’s art really that has actually just duped us all.