Sunday, October 17, 2010

John Chamberlain




I first saw a John Chamberlain sculpture in the home of some family friends in Chicago when I was really young. Next I learned about him because he hung out in the Hamptons in the New York school days. There has always been a warm place in my heart for his bent up car parts with their chipped and flaking paint--seems like it's always in an antiquated pastel color. There is something childlike about bending up cars to make sculpture though his pieces pack commentary about America--and Americana. Chamberlain takes me back to feeling like a child in a simple, hey let's crush this car, kind of way.

Pinakothek der Moderne, Munich October 2010