BOWLING EBAY DEATH
CURATED BY JOHAN KUGELBERG
AUGUST 29TH–AUGUST 31ST, 2014
41 MONTROSE AVENUE, BROOKLYN, NYC
ON VIEW AUGUST 29TH 6-9PM, & AUGUST 30TH-31ST 2-8PM.
“What did you do last night? I went bowling. Who did you play? Oh, I don’t know, some league from a funeral home. They bowled like motherfuckers. Like their life depended on it.”
For some reason, I started buying funeral home bowling shirts on eBbay around 15 years ago. The alcoholic not knowing the exact date of his first drink, but fully aware of the date of his last drink. I don’t know exactly when and in what consumerist stupor I first decided to search for vintage funeral home bowling shirts, but it took a few consecutive sessions of eBay slacking before I found one. So, on occasion, when the thought surfaced from the primeval mud of my individual (or our collective) subconscious, I’d look for funeral home bowling shirts on eBay. And when on rare occasion I found one, I’d usually buy it as the only bidder, never spending more than twenty bucks.
Ironic consumption has become increasingly ironic, and the search for the ironic has become increasingly iconic. The old millennium ended, and the commodification of cultural consumption as an online experience has led directly to a dictatorship of obscurity.
Death is obviously ultimately beautiful as life is beautiful, but the ugly aspects of the biz of death and dying is taken care of by professionals who need to go bowling once in a while.
I staged this exhibition with Keegan Cooke/Circadian Press and Lele Saveri/Muddguts. You get one chance to roll a strike, and if you do, you get a grim reaper bowling trophy. All the funeral home bowlers are turning their backs on us as we bowl.
- Johan Kugelberg
***POSSIBLY TRUE FUNERARY BOWLING FACT OF THE DAY****
The original draft of The Seventh Seal called for a bowling match between Death and the Knight.