Starting a Day at the Art Bookstore

July 14, 2017



S. sits on the elevated platform of the museum's art bookstore and turns on his computer to start the day. He opens his email account and shouts out: "So viel Spam hatten wir noch nie!" [We've never had that much spam!] 

A few moments later, in the backroom of the store, S. is stacking a new book that came in that morning. He puts it on piles of the same height and calls it art with the title "Andre." I ask him what it means. He turns around and gives me a wonderful sentence of German art speak: "Das ├╝berlasse ich den Interpretationsspielraum des Betrachters." [I leave that to the spectator's imagination.] 



S. sits on the elevated platform of the museum's art bookstore and turns on his computer to start the day. He opens his email account and shouts out: "So viel Spam hatten wir noch nie!" [We've never had that much spam!]  A few moments later, in the backroom of the store, S. is stacking a new book that came in that morning. He puts it on piles of the same height and calls it art with the title "Andre." I ask him what it…


S. sits on the elevated platform of the museum's art bookstore and turns on his computer to start the day. He opens his email account and shouts out: "So viel Spam hatten wir noch nie!" [We've never had that much spam!] 

A few moments later, in the backroom of the store, S. is stacking a new book that came in that morning. He puts it on piles of the same height and calls it art with the title "Andre." I ask him what it means. He turns around and gives me a wonderful sentence of German art speak: "Das ├╝berlasse ich den Interpretationsspielraum des Betrachters." [I leave that to the spectator's imagination.] 



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