The Last Supper?
Context: a massive metal (not sure which) sculpture at the entrance to a street dedicated to modern art. Galleries and shops that host goods without price tags (haggling invited? or if you have to ask, you can’t afford?), eateries that range from my other living room, Plan B (tiny, cosy sports bar) to strangely furnished, darkly lit restaurants that only ever seem to host one group at a time of bright young fashionistas in impossibly fabulous outfits to crazy, sprawling Chinese restaurants that serve beer in great big urns that sit on your table.
The sculpture is right beside the Today Art Museum which hosts an array of installations, mixture of Chinese and international. The shop that accompanies is, in a word, cool. It has a impressive variety of beautifully published art books – almost exclusively in Chinese – and a cunningly laid out trinket, clothing and artwork section. One thing they do not sell is a replica (in any size) of the sculpture in the pictures. I don’t know the name of the sculpture nor the name of the artist. I will try to find out next time I take Borges for a walk.
The sculpture has not been there very long. Certainly less time than my building has been around (2004).
A couple of things about the sculpture that I don’t think you can see in the pictures: the table is littered with body parts of pigs (trotters being showcased), with wine and spirit bottles (some upright, some fallen onto their sides) with many empty bowls. There is a table cloth that reaches all the way to the ground. There are 11 pigs in total. They are as big as a tall man – I am 165 cm and they are taller than me by at least 15 cm.
So, your turn: what do you think? How would you interpret this sculpture?