The Place

     
 
     
 
         

She said she could feel the potential I had in me and knew exactly what my future paintings would look like. In order to substantiate that, she told me to drop the "stupid socket" in The Place and reduce the floor surface to a height of only 7 centimeters. I followed her advice and painted the White Square. Weeell, not so bad, I thought to myself, just the style of the 20th century patent-artists. Maybe this would be a way for me to obtain a place in Art History too; the canvas was showing a large, nicely

executed wall surface and some 7-10 centimeters of flooring beneath it. But what the hell, I missed my "stupid socket" and the whole lot of fun in painting this little subversion from the real world.

In fact, this was a typical "decoy game": Either you're with me, and then you're great, or you're not with me, and in that case you're shit. I opted for the latter and split promptly.