The destruction was too widespread to be happenstance. Items: Several burned neckties. A smashed mirror. A torn book titled What I Believe. A row of glass bottles, their necks grotesquely melted halfway down inside their bodies. A series of self-destructing slides—on their first showing, they melt and dissolve in the projector's heat.
The idea behind the wreckage? Very simply that destruction can be beautiful. The thesis, as propounded in a provocative exhibit currently at Manhattan's Finch College Museum of Art, unaccountably fails to note the Dadaists, who introduced purposeful mangling into art...
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