Every time I see a new Martin Creed piece I have a similar reaction:
Why didn’t I think of that? Creed’s work is so pithy, direct, and borderline obvious that you almost do a double take. It’s like noticing that you are standing on the ground.
I think the first time I saw THINGS was at a big art fair, which seemed especially appropriate—one artwork succinctly commenting on everything else around it. But somehow it pulled this off without projecting any kind of preachy tone or air of judgment, almost like it was saying, “Hey guys, I’m one too.”
For me, part of the beauty of THINGS is that it seems like it would be at home no matter where you put it—a desert island, a museum, a mall, or a space station. It’s like a mirror—but it doesn’t reflect people, it reflects everything else.