I felt conned, deceived. I didn’t say anything.
I needed time to absorb everything. I said: shit.
I said: I don’t believe you. Nonsense, utter nonsense, I said.
And yet I understood the whole logic and was awestruck by the monumentality and absurdity of the Collector’s project. He wanted to be remembered, not for replicas, but for meticulous forgeries, which was where most art theories foundered. But why call it The Museum of Relevant Moments?
I asked Zacharie. That’s a good question, he said, I don’t know, you’ll have to get a ouija board and ask him. He was probably fixated on a few moments in Buñuel’s films and just expanded on that. He saw himself as a magician, a magus, he just wanted to posit the world as a question mark.
An exclusive excerpt from Susana Medina‘s Philosophical Toys.