Hello! What’s going on here then? In this composition Urs Fischer presents an absurd puzzle that is immensely believable. He has brought life back to the skeleton; mid maneuver and completely consumed by his situation we seem to get a sense of his character (he’s definitely male). We can’t work out what is going on exactly; is he stuck? How could it have happened? It’s like the boxes have suddenly entrapped him. I want to go over and give him a hand but at the same time I don’t want to interrupt him, it feels a private conundrum somehow. There is something very contemplative and thoughtful about this, I love the way in which he’s suspended, with just the boxes touching the floor. It’s really quite sublime. The title, Violent Cappuccino, is rather lovely, and is to be seen at the New Museumon until Feb 2010. I’d really like to see it in person. Another one for the fantasy collection…
