The chill-out chamber of the gods coming soon to MoMA by everyone's favorite twofer dinosaurs is, apparently, full of guts and gore. And pathos. Or something. New York breaks it down:

NYM: What’s the story with the movies on the ceiling?

JH: This ceiling could be seen as a historic reference to the painted ceilings of Romanesque churches of the twelfth or thirteenth centuries, where the history of our lives and our past is described.

NYM: I was especially interested that you used the film Fargo.

JH: Why, do you like this?

NYM: Yes, I love it. I think it is hysterical.

JH: It is terrible, somehow—frightening. This idea of harmony and abstraction and form that is very often displayed at MoMA is juxtaposed with sudden terror and death. And I think this is something that is very rarely displayed in a museum. The blood and the sex on the ceiling are so much more closely related to our daily reality than the kind of art which we understand to be in the MoMA.

Just watch those crazy Swiss get noir!

· Build It Black [NYM]

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