earlier this year i visited the moholy-nagy/albers exhibition at the tate modern. these two men were part of the teaching staff at the bauhaus, the twenties german interdisciplinary design school which rewrote the rules of aesthetics [along 90 degree angles]. reading back today through some notes i made at the exhibition, i came across this [edited] passage:
the exhibition is marked by a near absense of humanity. these images are null, a mid-grey creates a depthless paradigm, an endless monotonous note. it’s not boring because it’s not anything much. e and i feel that it’s [partly] a [subconscious] reaction to WWI; a state of stunned shock, a coma, a withdrawal from humanity now that humanity has shown the worst it is capable of. is it any surprise that gropius, in this state of shock, went on to sack the beardy-weirdies, go cubic and export his new right-angled paradigm to the boardrooms of capitalist america, where a lack of humanity is a veritable virtue?
now let’s meet our housewife: