Upright Rags A 1979

Editor: So here we have "Upright Rags A" by Menashe Kadishman, currently residing at the Tate. I'm really struck by how these piles of fabric almost become landscapes... like soft, woolly mountains. What catches your eye in this piece? Curator: Oh, I love that landscape reading! It makes me think about hidden histories, you know? Each fold, each color whisper stories of wear, tear, lives lived, and then discarded. Does that make you think of anything? Editor: It does. There's a sense of melancholy, but also comfort somehow. I wonder if Kadishman was trying to say something about consumerism or maybe just the cycle of life? Curator: Precisely! It's a meditation, almost. It’s both intimate and universal, a testament to the beauty found in the everyday, the discarded, the… well, the rags of existence. Editor: I’ll definitely look at my laundry basket a bit differently now. Curator: As will I! It's like a little poem made of thread, isn't it?