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Just over a month ago, on October 9th, NASA successfully completed its Lunar CRater Observing and Sensing Satellite (LCROSS) mission when a spacecraft crashed its payload into a permanently shadowed crater at the moon’s polar regions. Sent on a suicide mission, the unmanned LCROSS spacecraft investigated indications of water on the moon by colliding kamikaze-like into the lunar surface, sending up subsequent plumes of debris which have since been analyzed for signs of lunar water ice. Making a dent, we have started to sculpt extraterrestrial bodies. Recent events would seem to suggest that Stephen Kaltenbach’s fantasy, science-fiction proposals for cosmic art actions might be perilously close to coming into being.
Kaltenbach, whose concept-driven art has often taken the form of proposals and project drawings since the mid-60s, here presents a suite of ten charcoal, pastel, and acrylic drawings representing impossibly grandiose and absurdly spectacular ideas to be executed in outer space. The moon is frequently his target: Blasted Luna Seas, 2007, would turn its upturned crescent into the piercing smile of a celestial happy face by retargeting the world’s arsenal of icbms to blast two ovals on the moon during the first quarter. Similarly, Flaming Eight Ball, 2002, converts the dark disc of the moon during a solar eclipse into a menacingly colossal eight ball illuminated by the light of choreographed thermonuclear missile explosions. Stellated Moon, 2007, suggests a topographical excavation of the lunar landscape to transform its spherical banality into a festively colored stellated polyhedron.
Though he deals in epic landscape interventions, these proposals are more than Earthworks, they are works beyond the earth, literally out of this world. It is an unsettling and creepily alien place to be, as ‘s fear, 2008, the large steel, bomb-like sphere weighing three quarters of a ton and periodically emitting grinding moans from its vacuum-sealed core out in the gallery’s lobby, will not let us forget. The drawings are beautiful and reckless ‘what ifs’, like hallucinatory drug fantasies from an electro-apocalyptic trip rendered comically playful and poetic by their unreality and the blatancy of their futility.
Farcically out-scaled ambitions betray an exuberant embrace of inevitable failure, when, with something like pride, the artist calls many of his works ‘bad ideas’. Impossibility is rarely so freeing, so productive: the skies open up and Kaltenbach has the entire universe available to him. Structured Nebula, 2008, for instance, dreams of colorful and glittering nebulae corralled into a perfect floating donut ring many parsecs across. It can’t happen, I assure myself, embarrassed by the idiotically obvious. And even if it could, it shouldn’t. But it can’t, so relax. Out of enthusiasm for the latter, Kaltenbach questions the difference between fiction and ‘bad ideas,’ wrongness. His proposals sneakily appeal to our disturbing fascination with fabulous disasters and titillating catastrophes; their imagined beauty swelling with the imagined enormity of their imagined wreckage. And, finally, he teaches the rewards of not taking some things, some art, seriously.
-- Sarah Lehrer-Graiwer