Ugo Rondinone, ‘It’s late and the wind carries a faint sound as it moves through the trees. It could be anything. The jingling of little bells perhaps,
or the tiny flickering out of tiny lives. I stroll down the sidewalk and close my eyes and open them and wait for my, mind to go
perfectly blank. Like a room no one has ever entered, a room without any doors or windows. A place where nothing happens.’, 1999-2000, The Bass

Image rights: Ugo Rondinone, It's late and the wind carries a faint sound as it moves through the trees. It could be anything. The jingling of little bells perhaps, or the tiny flickering out of tiny lives. I stroll down the sidewalk and close my eyes and open them and wait for my, mind to go perfectly blank. Like a room no one has ever entered, a room without any doors or windows. A place where nothing happens, 1999-2000. Six-channel video projection, sound, blue filters. Image courtesy of the artist.

Courtesy The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Gift of Maja Hoffman and of Franz Wassmer, 2009.

About Ugo Rondinone

Ranging from installations to psychedelic paintings to large-scale drawings, Ugo Rondinone’s eclectic work balances on the razor’s edge between euphoria and depression. His signature incandescent colors and Pop references, as in his rainbow-hued and neon-lit sign pieces, turn cultural clichés (“Hell, Yes!”) into material for a contemporary Arte Povera, recycling old catchphrases, repurposed cement, or cast-off clothes. Similarly, his sculptures often transform everyday objects by casting them in bronze, giving them an artificial permanence that both underscores and denies their perishability. Rondinone represented Switzerland in the 52nd Venice Biennale.

Swiss, b. 1964, Brunnen, Switzerland, based in New York, New York