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On a print by Rirkrit Tiravanija

 I linked to this via Twitter yesterday, but I felt compelled to write a blog post about it. It's a print by Rirkrit Tiravanija, which is three feet high and eighty-four feet wide (yes, you read that correctly):



'Art in America' has kindly allowed the world to embed a video slideshow of the thing, as above.

The materials are inkjet prints, offset lithography, chine colle, and silkscreen, and it was produced in an edition of 40. Rirkrit has made an international reputation for his conceptual performances in which, among other things, he just cooked a load of food for people who turned up to a gallery on opening night. This colossal print is basically a kind of visual diary of his globe-trotting life, as he moves from country to country and project to project. Of course, he didn't produce the print all by himself: he had dozens of helpers, from master printmakers to student volunteers. But the result is a rich and incredibly beautiful mixture of marks, signs, shapes, and colours.

It's worth following a link to the article, too, to read about the production process for this print, and about Rirkrit's art in general (link here).

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