Duchamp once said that to drive with Picabia was to experience death.
Art gossip unites across continents. In a seedy bar in Neukolln Berlin an historial anecdote I often retell to un-hearing ears was finished for me by a stranger. In that moment the gulf of time and geography collapsed and a singular understanding united. the western canon that we´re taught; of greats, of tides turned and dominance stated, guides along an inevitable path but to some it guards secret messages. Messages of wonderful, messy, deviants lives lived. To modes of practice we aspire to and a creeping darkness that invigorates a particular kind of soul.
Uribe´s works acts as devotional offering, the result of a fetishistic,incessant re-working of art works that we all know, art works that are so famous they have a peculiar life of their own. The process of talking ownership is also demostrated in Uribe´s text works in which he presents us with a bullet point art historical text, stripping away all notions of criticism and context he kilss the aura of leaving only the purest distillation of an oeuvre. Uribe is at once super fan and destructor playing fats and loose, inhabiting the messy blasphemous life of his hero´s.