Pollack's paintings supposedly shed chips (the paint was household paint, so made to fall apart really). I find the shedding of the work interesting.
The paint has come off classical statuary -- to the point that we view classical as white and unadorned.
Da Vinci's Last Supper is more myth/legend (not sure the proper term, really) than painting, since it started to deteriorate rather quickly and has been in-painted, etc.; yet the myth/legend is strong.
Cave paintings survived for thousands of years precisely because they were hidden from view; now, discovered and exposed, they are deteriorating.
Great buildings fall to time, weather, war, and new construction.
Some deterioration is ironic: fairly quick crackling in Mondrian's work undermines his utopian ideals.
Yet, old master paintings are valued in part because they managed to survive hundreds of years (some level of care taking by some set of people valuing the works enough to preserve them).
The art I showed at The Artist Project was based on scavenged images and materials, included decades old paper and yarn found in my childhood home after my mother's recent passing. Here are some stills from the video I took of my installation at The Artist Project:
What Comes of This
Nomad/Herd
Discards
Snuggles
The venue wasn't the best venue for my work, which is conceptual and tends toward the ephemeral. Live and learn.
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