Anish Kapoor Shooting into the Corner, 2008/2009
I am loving this departure from the “jelly bean” look that I am so used to.
At first, we weren’t going to stay to watch the cannon firing — I had pointed out the glops of red wax plopping from the wall to the ceiling after the previous hour’s firing and felt like I had “gotten it”. It moves! It’s a penis-cannon! It looks like the wall’s having it’s period!
Anyway, but we came back around after another fifteen minutes of Rauschenberg-gagging (“Gluts”=mehhhhhhh), and after seeing a grey-haired man in a grey painter’s smock charge towards the gallery from a back door, we figured “it was time.” It was! The grey-haired man loaded a cannon full of blood-red wax into the cylinder. The canisters took some time to transfer their pressurized charge to the cannon-works. The grey-haired artisan rearranged the other canisters, checked the valves again, then took a seat. Alluvasudden — BOO-THWACK!!! A load of wax hit the wall, so fresh you could smell it still fifty feet and walking away.
