Je est un autre

Currado Malaspina, Paris, 1997

My good friend Currado Malaspina's malevolent attempt to cast doubt on my physical existence is just his latest piece of "conceptual effacement." For years, Malaspina has exploited the credulity of his public by creating personae, flooding the art world with redundancy and disinformation. Inventions like Dahlia Danton, Micah Carpentier, Spark Boon, and Boris Lemon might have amused Parisian Post-Structuralist café society, but to us Americans it simply looks like lies.

Now, exploiting our vague resemblance (I actually don't see it). He is publicly, loudly, and relentlessly claiming that I too am one of his fabrications.

David Schoffman, Los Angeles 2025