This is my favorite cliché pointed out by Saltz:
In sculpture there’s Anarchy Lite. Those post-minimalist formal arrangements of clunky stuff, sticks, planks, bent metal, wood boxes, fabric, old furniture, concrete things, and whatnot leaned, stacked, stuck, piled, or dispersed around a clean white gallery.
So tired of the clumsy sculptures especially. Can’t we just agree B. Wurtz did it best and we can stop now?
I’m sure my paintings with “smooshy blocks of color or stripes or other obvious open-form abstraction or geometric motif” could be bundled into his list of undesirables, but who so can nearly everyone else’s art. So who cares, I still love Saltz.