Basket spatial
Renaud Loda
A thick fog rises from the ocean. It carries in its wake the scent of the sea lions at Pier 39. The Sikorsky S-76 believes it will be able to fly, but that won’t be possible today. In fact, it will be verified in a few minutes on TMZ. The aircraft manages to break through the cottony, kelp-scented ceiling, only to dive at a speed of 160 knots against the rocky cliffs of Calabasas. Boom. The magnesium ignites the flames that will end the promising career of Gianna Maria-Onore, known as Gigi, in a hysterical fire.
Far from the San Fernando Valley, in Berlin, Ivan Liovik Ebel marks his passage on earth, on a canvas flanking the ground. In the old way, as in Altamira, the artist puts the hand to the paste, as a Neanderthal man using his big hand as a stencil. Boom. Boom. Boom. The support is methodically hammered by dribbles of basketballs which print sequences of symmetrical frame by crashing heavily on its surface. The latter reveals geometric figures, thanks to a folding carefully made beforehand by Nebelman1. Whether it is a question of reproducing a rectangular parallelepiped, an auroch or a saber-toothed tiger, the primordial origin of the pictorial act could ultimately be derived from play. A playful aspect that almost entirely disappears in Ebel’s work in the icy mists of minimalist painting. The game is already over. Everyone to the locker room. Bifaces and clay points freeze in museum showcases, basketballs smeared with oil paint become art objects and are sacralized by winning a place of choice in the exhibition space.
Boom. Robert Sylvester Kelly, better known as R. Kelly, also believed he could fly like the helicopter that carried Kobe Bryant and his daughter from Orange County, California to the Mambas game. Cold shower this time for the R’n’B singer, interpreter of the flagship track of the soundtrack of Space Jam I Believe I Can Fly. Incarcerated awaiting his trial, believed he could give free rein to his fantasies with impunity. His judgment will be rendered in the near future, verdict to the twenty-one charges, including sexual coercion of minors, weighing on him. Sometimes silence can seem so loud. Everything disappears in the thick fog.
