The best way to do this is with a small sander. When you touch something on a seemingly smooth surface, the closer you get, the more layers you reveal.
“You have to be a hooligan full of perversity to put a thick layer of paint on something that is so beautifully polished, so precise, and then keep sanding and touching until the perceptible texture disappears, the technical functionality is obliterated. This is the power that comes from radically questioning what has been so carefully designed as a standard module in a global construct designed to achieve the idea of “perfect communication”.
There is so much each of us can do with a striking image: get lost. Stare without a clue. This is always worth doing, not just in galleries. It protects the common world from totality, from mediocrity, from grey. These paintings in particular are good for contemplation. Good contemplation serves no purpose. Neither does painting on the phone.
This is a rude and salutary behaviour. Without such acts, without such manifestations, culture would be just another sector of the economy.
We can’t give them the phone without a fight, because colours, textures, who knows, even smells and touch would disappear. Do you want to live in a world with only theoretical touch, a world that is perfectly communicated, coordinated down to the last bit and pixel? All that will be left is information, perfectly suited to playing Chinese whispers.
