12/02/2024
Pavement 1060 – Parallel Whisper One day, I was torn from the ground, thrown like a stone prayer. I was raw, free, revolutionary. Today, I am polished, exposed, placed on a bed of golden sand in the smooth setting of Carrara marble. I have been cut, set, numbered. I have become rare, precious, a profitable relic. Once a cry from the street, now I am a gallery treasure. I shine, yes, but with the reflection of an era that has sold out its utopias. Marble resists, diamonds attract, and I wait: an official work of art, I am ready to be acquired. For even revolt, today, is collectible.
Productivity Gains, a double Christ on the cross. In the name of the Father, the Son, and above all, Profit. With this work, Rosenstein revisits the crucifixion with a neoliberal twist: two Christs crucified together to save wood, maximize suffering, and double divine yield. The absurd and the sacred merge in a scathing critique of the contemporary cult of economic performance. Because even eternal salvation must now be profitable, quantifiable, and above all, optimized to the max.
Guillotine with Two Disposable Blades Rosenstein has here designed the ultimate tool for management by decapitation: two blades, zero maintenance, maximum efficiency. Designed to meet the demands of a world where even disposal must be profitable, the disposable guillotine symbolizes the industrial dream: efficiency, cleanliness, pace. Cut, replace, start again. No need for revolt or lawsuits, just a good budget and stocks. Justice becomes logistics, the head an adjustment variable. And while it's cutting, the numbers climb.
Funeral Urn Dildo Raw Version – Penetrable Love “He loved her too much to leave, so she kept it. In powder. In a dildo. Every night, she takes it back: Monsieur returns, discreet, docile, reduced to the essentials. No need to speak, nor to love. Here Rosenstein sculpts modern, post-mortem love: a silence that vibrates, a battery-powered mourning, a penetrable eternity.” Funeral Urn Dildo – Parallel Murmur Poetic Version – The Caressed Shadow “She inserts it as one recites a prayer. Each gesture is memory, each vibration, a souvenir. The body is no more, but it still inhabits the forms. This dildo is not an affront: it is a widow who speaks to the shadow. A caress in the void, a love that one does not throw away, even reduced to dust.”










































