Miranda July's Bookshelf
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Peter Fischli David Weiss
By Robert Fleck
For a long time I only loved stories. If something didn't have a story to it, I was bored. This meant that most visual art bored me. Then, in my mid-20s, a friend began pointing at all the things he liked to look at—babies, his neighbors, weeds growing out of cracks. Because I knew this person quite well, I could feel that each of these things told a story and it was his story. A little while later, I was standing in a museum looking at a sculpture made by the Swiss artist duo Fischli and Weiss. Suddenly I could feel the story in it, and it was my story. That's when I started getting into art.
By Robert Fleck
For a long time I only loved stories. If something didn't have a story to it, I was bored. This meant that most visual art bored me. Then, in my mid-20s, a friend began pointing at all the things he liked to look at—babies, his neighbors, weeds growing out of cracks. Because I knew this person quite well, I could feel that each of these things told a story and it was his story. A little while later, I was standing in a museum looking at a sculpture made by the Swiss artist duo Fischli and Weiss. Suddenly I could feel the story in it, and it was my story. That's when I started getting into art.
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