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Offset Erwin Wurm fabricated a fat business firm. Then he made a narrow house. Then he made a house that was just right—several houses, really. Fat House (2003) and Narrow House (2010) are ii of the sculptures that have brought the Austrian artist fame and fortune as a kind of Till Eulenspiegel of the fine art world—a visual trickster who messes with your mind in ways both playful and oddly unsettling. The just-right houses are the ones he made for himself to live in.

The artist at dwelling house on the Greek island of Hydra.

One of his fatty house pieces is sitting on a loma when Wurm, 67, pulls into the compound of big sheds where he fabricates his sculptures, a brusque bulldoze from Vienna in the village of Limberg. Its white walls burl and sag under a red-tiled roof, like jowls on a pudgy face. Wurm made his start fat house in 2003 to skewer society's insatiable appetites, but it'southward more than funny than angry. Wurm is a showman, not a prophet, which is partly why museum crowds love him. You tin find his work in the permanent collections of the Museum of Mod Art, the Tate Modern, the Centre Pompidou and the Guggenheim, among a long listing of museums. (The fat house on the hill in Limberg is waiting to be packed upwardly and shipped off for an exhibition.)

There'south some other side of Wurm on view off to the left of the fat house. It's a twelfth-century castle Wurm bought in 2005 and has been fixing upward since. This is non the austere castle of a warrior. Wurm bought it from a prosperous Benedictine monastery nearby. The loftier-ceilinged rooms are enormous. Wurm has taken to middle Gustave Flaubert'south famous advice to aspiring artists to "be regular and orderly in your life, and then that you may be vehement and original in your work." Y'all tin can tell this at a glance from his houses in Limberg, in Vienna and lately on the Greek isle of Hydra. All three homes are as suave and mannerly as his sculptures are bouncy and sometimes rude. Wurm himself comes off much the same way: trim and stylish and as carefully groomed every bit Cary Grant. Whatsoever subversive streak is subconscious within his head.

Though Wurm and his family spent much of the Covid lockdown in Limberg—and he sometimes stays the night at that place when he works tardily—these days, Wurm is mostly with his wife, Élise Mougin-Wurm, and their 10-year-old girl, Estée, in a sprawling industrial loft in Vienna's Leopoldstadt neighborhood. This is where he now directs his white Tesla sedan after punching out at the art manufacturing plant in Limberg. Wurm met Élise 19 years agone, later on a wrenching breakup with his kickoff wife left him unable to piece of work for a year and a one-half, and he speaks freely most needing a well-ordered home life to create. (Ane of Wurm'southward sons from his get-go wedlock, Michael, 29, runs his studio.)

The dining table and its chairs in Wurm's Vienna loft were designed by Pierre Jeanneret. His abstract, playful sculptures tin can exist found throughout the loft, like hither, in the foreground, equally well as his paintings, in the background in black and white.

Wurm bought the loft in 2010 and turned to a famous architect he knew to shape the raw space that occupies an entire flooring of the building. He won't mention the architect's name. It was a disaster, Wurm says. The programme sealed the principal bedroom off from the light and the view and left a clangorous void at the heart of the flat, like a "subway station!" Wurm says. Élise wanted to burn down the builder midway through. Wurm disagreed. "I said, 'I desire to trust him—let him finish,' " he says. "Élise was smart." The architect finished, and two years later Wurm went searching for a different flat.

Finally, instead of moving, Erwin and Élise decided to redo the house themselves—"mostly Élise," says Erwin. What emerged is a graceful balance between open up space and glass-walled rooms that channel every passing ray of sunlight through the whole flat. Slender industrial columns punctuate the open infinite and give the identify a whiff of Tribeca in the baroque Habsburg capital.

In the Vienna loft hangs a portrait by Francesco Clemente of Wurm's wife, Élise Mougin-Wurm—a surprise gift for her.

The big walls cry out for big art, and they get information technology. A splashy abstract by Georg Baselitz, titled Licht wie raum mecht hern, sprays vivid yellowish and pinkish and blue into the muted salon. Wurm wanted a Baselitz badly—the two are colleagues. He bought his Baselitz not long afterwards he turned down one of Baselitz's "Hitler paintings," Wurm says, that some other dealer offered him. ("For a certain moment, I thought, because the painting was really great, peradventure I'll just paint the mustache over. Thank God I didn't do it!") The Baselitz Wurm concluded upward buying isn't a annotate virtually anything except its ain joyful self, and the big room is a much pleasanter place for information technology.

Close by is a large portrait of Élise in a squiggly-patterned apparel past Francesco Clemente. "The portrait was a surprise for her," says Wurm. "I said, 'We're going to New York,' and I told her, 'Élise, take that summer dress.' I know that the pattern of the apparel is important in a portrait. It was November and it was common cold, and Élise was totally confused. When Clemente saw the dress, he told me, 'Y'all've just added two hours of work.' "

A table by Jeanneret in the Vienna loft supports one of Wurm's "Fat Automobile" sculptures. Wurm fabricates most of his sculptures in the village of Limberg, a short bulldoze from Vienna.

The furniture in the Vienna house—in all his houses—testifies to Wurm's love for midcentury modernistic mode. He'south nerveless it for years, and he checks off the large names proudly. Here'southward a Charlotte Perriand; the massive dining table is a rare Pierre Jeanneret; and a coffee tabular array in the living room is by George Nakashima. He'southward not displeased, either, that from a financial standpoint he'due south collected shrewdly. "When I bought this Prouvé chair 25 years ago, it price ii,000 euros. Now it'due south x or 20 times that. Information technology's gone totally insane!" he says.

I asked Wurm which designer came up with an offbeat kind of one-half-chair, half-sofa that makes you want to plop down in it. He told me it was his own creation, which he fabricated by taking an antique wooden armoire, flipping information technology on its back and plumbing fixtures the plush seating into its blocky wooden frame. Y'all can find one or two of them in all his houses.

The piece of furniture in Wurm'southward Vienna firm—in all his houses—testifies to his dearest for midcentury modern style. Here, a Prouvé chair and desk-bound likewise as one of Wurm'southward sculptures.

Ane sculpture by Wurm stands on a plinth. It's a business firm that thrusts upward and outward, teetering unsteadily similar a piddling Tower of Babel. Information technology'due south function of a series of business firm sculptures, and this 1 represents "the elephant tomb of an artist," explains Wurm cryptically. In that location's no way around it: Erwin Wurm has a thing about houses.

A psychiatrist might get dorsum to his childhood. When Wurm was growing upward most the Austrian town of Graz, his begetter, Johann, would bring home little houses fabricated of wooden matchsticks. Johann Wurm was a constabulary detective and, according to Erwin, an unusually overnice i. Fifty-fifty the felons he arrested concluded upward liking him, says Erwin. "He had this kindly way of speaking with people, even when they were obviously gangsters. He would put his hands on their shoulders and say, 'Oh, come on, did you really practice this once more?' And they would kickoff to cry. In prison house they glued matchsticks together and made houses out of them for him. This is insane. My sister has still got them."

And so there's the house itself where Wurm grew up. Here his memories are less fond. For Wurm, who was built-in in 1954, the bland suburban cottage of his youth represented everything that was pinched and strong and narrow-minded in postwar Austrian society. He got fifty-fifty in 2010 with Narrow House, which squeezes a near-verbal replica of the family home and everything in it to a width of 3.6 feet. His sister still lives at that place—in the real house, that is. She was not amused. "A Swiss TV visitor came to film it, and she threw them out," says Wurm. "She hated Narrow Firm."

One of Wurm's sketchbooks in his Vienna apartment. Wurm was never supposed to end upward an artist. His parents ridiculed any notion of making fine art for a living.

Wurm was never supposed to terminate up a sculptor in the beginning identify. His parents ridiculed any notion of making art for a living. When the Academy of Fine Arts Vienna declined to enroll him in its painting program, sculpture was the less appealing fallback option. The irony of Wurm's subsequent success has been embroidered into his backstory. His married woman, Élise, created an illustrated biography of Wurm for children. Information technology is titled, L'artiste qui ne voulait pas faire de sculptures (The Artist Who Didn't Want to Make Sculptures).

Perhaps because he backed into sculpture, Wurm took a terrifically wide view of what it is. The merest hint of dimensionality gets you over the line. He made an early series of pieces—if you tin phone call them that—where he took an object, sprinkled grit over it and then removed it. The outline of the absent-minded object in the dust is the sculpture. "This was the zero betoken of sculpture," says Wurm. When a museum bought one for around $15,000, Wurm's dubious father finally came effectually. "He was laughing and telling all his colleagues, 'My son just sold dust to a museum!' "

Wurm at his house on the Greek island of Hydra, which is away from the hubbub at the middle of the port and has commanding views out to the Greek mainland.

"I was totally fascinated by his manner of reinventing the whole notion of sculpture," says Jérôme Sans, a French art curator who has worked with Wurm for nearly xxx years. "Everything started from his own house. The dust was already there. Information technology gave him the food for his work."

The genre-bending pieces that made Wurm a global star are his 1 Minute Sculptures, which he started making in the 1990s. Wurm would accept people—a model, a curator, himself—and photograph them in ungainly and embarrassing poses, with pencils up their nose, say, or flailing helplessly within a sweater or pinning a row of plastic buckets to a wall with their caput. The photos make y'all chuckle and cringe at the aforementioned time, which is exactly the effect Wurm is aiming for. There'south a High german give-and-take for information technology, and that word is fremdschämen.

Wurm at work in his Hydra house, surrounded past some of his contempo paintings, which he calls "two-dimensional sculptures." His x-year-old daughter, Estée, looks on.

"Information technology means you're embarrassed for somebody else," says Wurm. "Some of the photos are brutal, some are ridiculous, but I'm not a joke teller. Y'all tin get rid of a feeling of shame through laughter. I come at everything through the angle of the absurd, similar the theater of Ionesco or Beckett."

For their 2003 "Tin can't Stop" music video, the Red Hot Chili Peppers asked Wurm if they could re-enact some of his One Minute Sculptures. Wurm had turned downwardly many similar requests. This time he said yes, provided he got credited past name in the video. Bargain. "I knew this would exist seen worldwide, and I was right," says Wurm. The "Tin't Stop" video, where Flea gets writing implements inserted into his nose and ears, has been viewed on YouTube 285 meg times. "This was so important," Wurm says.

Designing his Hydra home was an arduous procedure merely worth it. His beloved Charlotte Perriands, Prouvés and Jeannerets are scattered everywhere forth with his own paintings and sculptures.

Notoriety brought fame (in 2017, Wurm represented Austria at the Venice Biennale), and fame brought riches. If anyone's got a problem with that, Wurm doesn't want to hear it. "In Austria, when yous take a prissy life, people want y'all to say, 'Oh, I was lucky,' or, 'I am so privileged.' At that place is a suspicion that if you have coin, y'all did something wrong. But I worked hard."

Iii years ago, Wurm bought a house on the Greek island of Hydra. He and his wife cruel in love with the isle during several stays at the home of gallerist Thaddaeus Ropac, who—along with Lehmann Maupin and Johann König—represents Wurm. (Ropac says he likes to invite his artists in that location merely rarely has the time to go himself.) You don't accept to twist Wurm's arm to buy another business firm, and earlier long the couple had started shopping effectually. They found a big place midway upward the seaward finish of the hills that surround the pocket-sized port like an amphitheater. It's a fine spot, abroad from the hubbub at the heart of the port, with commanding views out to the Greek mainland.

Hydra has long been the monied oasis of rich shipbuilders, jet-set dropouts and artists on both sides of worldly success. In the mid-1960s, a then-unknown Leonard Cohen strummed his guitar in the taverna where the Wurms like to eat. Wurm feels among friends hither. The house he ended up buying had been the love nest of a wealthy Norwegian and his married woman, who never set foot in it over again afterwards his death. Their son sold it 10 years later to raise money for a startup.

"[His] homes are as suave and mannerly equally his sculptures are bouncy and sometimes rude."

The pinnacle-to-bottom renovation was long and arduous. They hired an architect well-versed in the rudimentary language of the local style. "The best houses here use only three materials. I would like just 1 material all over the firm," says Dmitri Paracharalampous, the Wurms' builder. That material would be painted wood, traditionally employing the paint left over from building boats.

A bath in the Hydra house. The architect they hired had advised installing only wood floors, simply the Wurms were steadfast in their want for stone.

Wurm tried to do as he was told, actually he did, but he oftentimes ends upwards going his own fashion. "I remember I said, 'I would like a rock flooring.' [Paracharalampous] said, 'No stone floor! Wood!' I said, 'OK, why not?' But the pinewood was horrible—it looked similar a ski chalet in Switzerland. So nosotros fabricated information technology stone." The architect took his lumps philosophically. "At to the lowest degree they restored information technology with taste," says Paracharalampous. "He'south an artist, not a nouveau riche."

The result is a traditional Hydra house à la Wurm. His beloved Perriands, Prouvés and Jeannerets are scattered everywhere. I of his large gherkin statues stands by the puddle (gherkins and sausages are recurring Wurm tropes). The walls are hung with the piece of work he's been doing on Hydra the by few summers—a serial of colorful abstracts that Wurm calls "two-dimensional sculptures." Well-nigh people who run across them in January at the Lehmann Maupin gallery show in Palm Beach, Florida, will just telephone call them paintings.

Some of the "two-dimensional sculptures" Wurm has been working on in Hydra will be on view in January at the Lehmann Maupin gallery show in Palm Beach, Florida.

An early summertime day in Hydra finds the artist in his element, surrounded by work and family. Élise has just returned from a Pilates class in town, breathing heavily after climbing the many flights of stairs leading up from the quay. Estée says she hates climbing all the stairs. "It's proficient training for the will," Wurm instructs her cheerfully.

"His family unit is part of his life and part of his work," says Jérôme Sans, the curator. "Everything is function of everything. He couldn't survive if he didn't have it."

The Wurm family—Estée, Elise, Michael and Erwin—head down to the harbor in Hydra.

Stable doesn't mean standing even so. "I'm already thinking nigh [ownership] a riad in Marrakech—it'due south so beautiful, such a unlike fashion of compages," says Wurm.

"No fashion," says Élise. "It's not going to happen. We've never ended a projection without Erwin having his eyes on the side by side i."

Wurm sighs. "Yeah, I know. I'thou going to end upwardly with 10 houses. This is my problem. This is my problem."

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