The art intervention in Amir Mobed’s ‘50% Sale’ was too theatrical. Theatrical make-ups, theatrical costumes, theatrical movements, and at last a souvenir so that you don’t leave the gallery unsatisfied. Yet it also showed the gap between generations: the urge to show-off, fancy approach, lavishness, and a ridicule devoid of any satire: a wrapped diaper was handed over to viewers. Everybody put themselves in artwork, specially in performance. I’m afraid of this generation who resemble a huge wave on surface. The new has two sides: it is either a leap forward or downward. I know of a generation with a huge grudge (hating themselves and others) throwing themselves in the depths of an abyss.
