Death, it was actually a few weeks ago... It was only a week ago maybe, but it doesn't matter. That's when I saw Death. It was in an unusual place: A little university gallery tucked away in downtown Montreal. Not so unusual actually since the place was surrounded by homeless people, crackheads, cops, students and whores. It was literally Death I saw, if not actually death. Death is a little sculpture by the Chapman brothers. It's actually part of a larger series, but they only had the one piece, isolated. It was really isolated too, kept in a little glass box suspended on a kind of black pillar. Death is a head with bugs and worms. It was the first time I'd seen their work to face to face as it were. It was part of a larger exhibition about war and death called Diabolique being held at the Galerie de L'Uqam.
