Ok, the comments on this one will be interesting…
The work is made of 21 modules of human faeces, each measuring 215 x 75 x 20cm. The faecal matter was collected in New Delhi and Jaipur, after having rested for three years, which, from a sanitary point of view, makes it equivalent to earth.
It was mixed with Fevicol, an agglutinative plastic, and dried in wooden moulds. Workers of the sanitary movement Sulabh International of India are mostly scavengers who, by birth, have to undertake the physically and psychologically painful task of collecting human faecal matter, being charged with the blames of a previous life of bad deeds.
The outcome of this project, apart of one module that is now property of Sulabh International, is exhibited for the first time at the Lisson Gallery, London, 30 November 2007 – 19 January 2008.
24 thoughts on “Anthropometric modules”
Perhaps I’m missing the point here, but you have a .3325m^2 block of plastic shit.
No other particular statistics are given(how many poos does this take?) Can you it be utilized for fuel? Buildings?
This “art” is crappy
Once again modern art thumbs its nose at ‘style’, ‘taste’ and ‘artistic merit’. This ‘art’ says nothing, makes no statements (other than ‘look at me, I’m an artist!’) and demands no philosophical revaluations.
This is, for want of a better description, a huge piece of crap.
To say that this piece will ‘encourage debate’ or ‘inspire conversation’ doesn’t mean artistic goals have been met – it just means people feel strongly about huge plasticized blocks of human excrement, which is fair enough really.
Eh, of course it makes a statement. The fact that you don’t get it (hint: look at the text and at who has made it) doesn’t mean it isn’t in there.
And yes, to encourage a debate by doing provocative things and labelling them as “art” is considered to be art. Just not the kind of art you or I would like to have in our living rooms. That’s like poems. There is no universal and consistent definition of “poem”, so the poet can mak almost everything a poem.
Maybe one could build dwellings for the homeless with them. Although, I wouldn’t want to be around one suffering a house fire. P.U.
Shake it down shake it down now…
If you can’t make it to the show in London, you can always have some sent to in the mail.
This is kind of like the Baghdad GPS Graffiti spewer! Instead of casting crap all about Boston, real, true crap can be found in a museum – beside the statue of David or near a DaVinci. Perhaps it can be compared to the Last Supper, the Sphinx, the Parthenon or Taj Mahal.
Here’s the really neat thing, unlike Renaissance paintings, marble statues or amazing structures, if these things get “dinged” the nearest baby’s diaper contents and resin compound can be used to repair it. This ‘art’ for the lowest common denominator – the dismally ignorant – and is like pole vaulting over shoe boxes or trying out for American Idol.
For $99.99 I can paint your crap!
See! Look at me!
they’re great to build with, until it rains.
I don’t understand what’s ‘anthropometric’ about this. It doesn’t appear to have anything to do with body measurement. Only body movements…
If I can do it… it isn’t art. Everybody poops.
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