subjectivity: Yoko Ono
More than five years ago, when I was still in Toronto, Ono had a retrospective/cumulative exhibit at the AGO. One of the interactive works told me to take a puzzle piece from a bowl, and then five, seven, or ten (I can’t remember) years later, come back and help to put it together again. It was a piece of the sky.
The best thing about being avant-garde in the 70s (fuck, the best thing about being Yoko Ono in the 70s), was you could use imagery like that and never be cheesy. Or double-edged. Not confident about that last one, though - dint of being born when I was means I sometimes forget that really big shit’s been falling from the sky since the Hindenburg.
