Carla Steppan: Half Past the Blue of Noon

Decision-making is hard—aspire for making rules to eliminate all future choices? But alas, ones meant to be broken (freedom is a virtue, you know). I am in love with rules but the question remains: feet or inches? As an extension, I wonder, when will SI units come into vogue in the United States? Bring that one up in the court of public opinion, please. Arete! Arete, aristos, aristocracy, nobility, class, taste. Aristotle purportedly said that contemplation is the highest human ability. Have you met him? I thought he was just a rat, but he was a super-rat all along. And all this time, Henry had a birthmark the shape of Barcelona. Spain, however, is not Mexico, despite their best efforts. Have you been there? The arches are lovely.

Carla Steppan was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Steppan likes to makes rules about making and rarely deviates. While she thinks about many things while she works, her work thinks about the proliferation of western architecture in contemporary urban/private space as a method of imparting class, signifying virtue, and spreading colonial influences. With regard to this show, the artist performed her preferred thought exercise of imagining the narrative of a book she’s never read (in this case The Blue of Noon by Georges Bataille) and what illustrative content might accompany it.

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