Thomas Hirschhorn usually gets on my nerves but “Universal Gym” at Barbara Gladstone didn’t suck.
Made from consumer waste, Hirschhorn has created a barren gymnasium in the heart of Chelsea…oh, the irony. Of course the economic recession didn’t kill irony but it did make me tired of the endless barrage of ironic twists and turns that some artists employ. I think Hirschhorn relies on the role of the alienated object far too much…I get it, we consume too much…now, can we get past analyzing the problem?
[p.s. I just realized the Flickr video above isn’t showing up on feeds, so you’ll have to click thru]