In Memory of Ren Hang (1987-2017)

I was so saddened to learn of the young artist's death. We all knew him from the Flickr community, before he belonged to the world. I was in the car this evening and this song by Grace came on and seemed to say it all, about how nothing really belongs to us, not life, not art, or anything else. And now wait and count to ten and the art world will embrace Ren Hang in that strange, self-serving way. Because he is now an "art narrative" rather than a living man. Because he fits the mold now of the Francesca Woodman tragedy. And, of course, because, like Woodman, he was a genius. (I don't own the copyright to the images or music, so please do not reproduce.)