Robert Gober Sculpture: February 8-April 19, 2014 Matthew Marks Gallery
If I ever owned a crib, it would be Robert Gober’s in my future home placed in a faux baby’s room on display. It kind of makes me laugh a little and reassures my decision not to raise any children in my lifetime. I think I relate to the cynicism. I often question why people really decide to have children. Is it really to procreate or just to satisfy their own selfish needs? I wonder what Robert Gober thinks of his parents. The image reminds me of some of my gay friends that are growing older and feel that the next obvious step in their lives is to adopt children. The more I looked at this butter in person the more I found myself visually drawn to it. Drawn to the opaque depth of the material and color. Mesmerized by both the likeness and the obvious unlikeness to butter. Contradicting its own existence. Such an odd and sad but pleasurably entertaining object to look at. A bit sad for both the parent and the child. Born as commodity and meant to please others. The sculpture in some ways looks like a skeletal structure of a hybrid animal. Part human, part cattle, part fantasy. Not really confident of it’s own identity, existence or origin.