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Another artist who fled after disgust at his own commercial success, his astro-turf so in demand they were "at times delivered to the galleries in huge rolls and sold to collectors by the yard." What was it making an industrial mockery of the land so desirous to the rich. Was it death-drive chic, or did we think then it so fantastical the notion of artificial earth, or were we starry eyed over the possibility: the earth produced on rolls by the yard, or at least something imitating it. The artist came back, to produce it in hermetically sealed rarified versions, probably much closer to our reality, "Our world's end, celebrate it with a commemorative lamp" still in vogue:
Cooper Jacoby at Freedman Fitzpatrick, “May the Bridges I Burn Light the Way” at STANDARD , Max Hooper Schneider at High Art, Amy Yao at Various Small Fires(OSLO), Nancy Lupo at Antenna Space
