We are afraid of the visibility of technologies below the surface, especially those cold and strange. We conceal them in the process of attempting to expose the illusions and myths within ourselves. We, the creators and viewers, prefer the wires tucked neatly out of sight, for the machine to be covered in skin and hair, in order to muse on its poetry, rather than the mundanity of its underpinnings.
It is fine to look back critically at the role of the traditional crafts, to the role of the traditional institution. But I would like to rip the plaster off the Guggenheim’s walls, to expose the glass wool, the wires, the pipework: the facts of its matter. To be confronted with its biology is to be confronted with the duality of that with its identity, and hence to peer within our own bodies and within our own minds… because after all we have achieved, it is still impossible to unite these disparate notions.