As i peered into the cavernous void of barbara gladtsone’s gallery looking for schneider’s work, i realized there was nothing inside, finding only an indifferent gallery minion trained to never look up from their powerbook. i figured the show was not installed yet and wandered down a door into a dingy, dark alley way for a smoke. later, i relieved myself in the corner of what I soon determined to be gregor’s meticulously recreated sculptural rendering of a dingy, dark alley. i think i added an olfactory authenticity to the piece which it previously lacked.
gregor schneider @ barbara gladstone
thru dec 20