Currently reading : “Paul writing my name”
Untitled (Paul writing my name), No. 3, 2003 playfully emphasizes the arbitrary materiality of language in a shimmering neon sculpture based on Rirkrit Tiravanija’s young nephew’s attempt at mimicking written symbols that he does not yet understand.
As I ran into this piece (part of Boros’ collection, presented in Berlin Bunker) it seemed as though I had misplaced the memory of how I even got there. Where in physical space a memory can go if it leaves the folds and wrinkles of a brain””into my pillow while I drool and sleep, into the air when I exhale, through my pores and onto my skin?