Gordon Matta-Clark: Works and Collected Writings

by Gloria Moure (contributor), Gordon Matta-Clark (Artist)

Gordon Matta-Clark, scion and rebel, died at 35 in 1978 and has since become a cult figure of late-twentieth-century art. Born in New York and trained in architecture at Cornell, he went on to question the field's conventions in vivid projects that excised holes into existing buildings or assembled deeds to New York City alleys and curbs. As the son of the Chilean-born Surrealist painter Roberto Matta and Anne Clark, and godson of Marcel Duchamp, with whom he played a regular game of chess in the Village, Matta-Clark had grown up inside the art world, also working an as assistant to mavericks like Dennis Oppenheim and Robert Smithson. His work and words, while sophisticated enough to make him an "artist's artist," and colossal and outgoing enough to draw public attention and affection, were always also grounded in social or political convictions. He addressed not only space and real estate (in other words, housing), but the ultimate in necessity and nourishment, food. His "Pig Roast" under the Brooklyn Bridge offered passersby 500 pork sandwiches, and Food, the artist-staffed restaurant that he opened with dancer Caroline Goodden in SoHo, became a headquarters for that nascent neighborhood in the early 70s. He consistently broke the boundaries between sculpture and architecture, photography and film, performance and installation, and above all the permanent and the transitory. Once in a while he also broke the law. This book, published in celebration of the gradual opening of Matta-Clark's archives at the Canadian Centre for Architecture in Montreal, collects previously unavailable writings, including notecards and notebooks, along with interviews and more than 100 illustrations.

Genres: Architecture, Art

304 pages, Hardcover

First published October 15, 2006

Reviews

[Bart · Rating 5 out of 5]

A bulky, sturdy volume on Gordon Matta-Clark, the American ‘anarchitect’ who died of pancreatic cancer at 35 in 1978. He was the godson of Marcel Duchamp (yes indeed) and had a twin brother that committed suicide in 1976.

There’s something truly uplifting – a sense of freedom – in his cuttings into buildings. I can’t explain it. There’s a lot more to his thoughts and works, and this book provides a detailed look: apart from texts he wrote himself, there’s also some interviews.

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