In his series, First Was The Spitting I-IV, 1993, Orozco experiment with chance and restricted control of mark-making to create beautiful compositions. And other pieces such as, My Hands Are My Heart really show the honesty of his work where these pieces resemble a sophisticated version of what a child might create.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I went to the new MoMA for the first time this weekend since it relocated in 2004. Despite the mass of people at the museum, which emulate America's obsession with assemblage, I was able to view Gabriel Orozco's exhibition before closing March 1st. Gabriel Orozco is a Mexican artist who finds beauty in the normality of our surroundings. The show gave you a retrospect of his work since he first emerged into the art world in the early 1990s. Orozco resists from confining himself to one medium, instead he uses his eye as an apparatus to discover beautiful composition and abandoning common conceptions of “what is art”. Much like Duchamp pushed the limits of what is considered art by altering the composition of an everyday object (Fountain, 1917), so does Orozco with a poetic and less abrasive approach. Like a photographer he discovers the art in something by manipulating the way you look at it discovering a beautiful composition rather than making it.