It is not a statue, as you can see. The Russian ambassador Sergey Andreev attacked today in Warsaw during the ceremony at the war mausoleum of the Soviet soldiers is not a statue. The stream of red paint that covers his face and his hands evidently alludes to the blood that flows in these weeks of war.
But the aesthetics of the contemporary mixed with the electricity of the present creates curious visual short circuits; and the first thing I thought in front of the ‘bloodied’ Mr. Andreev is that he looked like the monument that (perhaps) will not be erected to him. For a moment it seemed to me the living and well-being and walking matrix of a potential but wrong statue (like the vast majority, almost all, of the statues dedicated to simple, however famous human beings). Had the defect in the here and now been recognized, would we have spared the assault and disfigurement from posterity? Obviously it is a game, a sophistication of thought. But precisely it makes evident the need to deal with the ideas of the living as long as they are alive, rather than correcting them after the deadline, when they can no longer listen to us.