Odd this day

Coates
4 min readMay 4, 2023

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There’s no specific date for this one, but during May 1961 Italian artist Piero Manzoni shat in some tins, so I think we can all agree that — precise or otherwise — this is a 62nd anniversary that simply cannot go unmarked.

Artist’s Shit by Piero Manzoni — a grey tin with a paper label. The paper label has a grey text background of the repeated word PIEROMANZONI, over which, in several languages, appear the words: Artist’s Shit. Contents: 30 gr. Net, Freshly preserved. Produced and tinned in May 1961. In this image, the English version of the text is to the front

Manzoni made 90 of these signed and numbered tins, labelled Merda d’artista, and sold them for the price they’d fetch if the contents were gold — about $37 at the time.

b/w shot of Piero Manzoni with 13 tins of Merda d’Artista stacked and laid out to form a squarish U-shape. He is peering through the gap in the middle

Manzoni was (thank you, Tate) “best known for his ironic approach to avant-garde art” — which for my money means a serious artist who liked taking the piss. Or, to put it another way: my kind of chap.

Piero Manzoni standing smiling in a toilet/bathroom with one of his tins of shit

He was also known for his 1960 work Artist’s breath — a series of balloons he’d blown up and attached to boards.

Piero Manzoni’s work Artist’s Breath: a red balloon tied to a rectangular block of wood

These days, the one in the Tate looks like this, which I would guess was exactly what he wanted. How could a restorer tackle that?

Piero Manzoni’s work Artist’s Breath: the dried remains of a red balloon tethered to a rectangular block of wood. It is labelled Piero Manzoni, Fiato d’Artista

He also made a plinth which sits upside down bearing the words SOCLE DU MONDE (base of the world) claiming the entire planet as a Manzoni artwork. It’s now at the Herning Museum of Contemporary Art in Denmark.

A plinth installed upside down in the grounds of the Herning Museum of Contemporary Art in Denmark. It reads SOCLE DU MONDE (the base of the Earth), and was created in 1961 — a date which reads the same way upside down

It’s the shite in a can he’s best remembered for, of course. They’re worth considerably more than their weight in gold now. The last one to go to auction, in 2015, went for £182,500. But that’s not the best thing about them…

Another of the tins, this time with the Italian language section of the label facing front: Merda d’artista

Because no-one really knows what’s in there. If you open one to find out, you destroy the artwork. Even if you have £365,000 lying around and buy two, you can’t open one without spoiling the mystery and making both (and, indeed, all the others) worthless.

b/w photo of Piero Manzoni smoking, in focus in the background, with some of his tins of shit, roughly piled and out of focus in the foreground

We are simultaneously certain and uncertain about what’s inside. Schrodinger’s scat, if you will.

Les Dawson at at a piano, turning to camera and smiling while ‘selling’ a gag

In 2007, one of Manzoni’s collaborators, Agostino Bonalumi, said the tins were actually filled with plaster — which sounds credible. It’s something an artist would be likely to have about the place, whereas 90 tins of 30g each would require 2.7kg of excrement, or (based on the average human output being 128g a day) about three weeks’ worth of crap.

Close-up of another of Manzoni’s tins of shit

Even if you did three cans a day for three weeks (four if you don’t fancy filling tins with turds at the weekend), rather than stockpiling your faeces and doing all the canning in one day, it wouldn’t be a pleasant process.

To begin with, the set of scales you used to get the quantities right wouldn’t be one you wanted to use again, and on top of that, your studio, in the unimprovable words of Viz Comic, would start to smell like Gillian McKeith’s Tupperware cupboard.

entry from Viz Comic’s Profanisaurus: Gillian McKeith’s Tupperware cupboard, smells like: sim. Something that is distinctly malodorous, based on the completely untrue rumour that the aponymous fully qualified dietician takes home all the stools she examines on her telly programmes and then secretly eats them

So, when you consider the logistics, plaster seems a lot more likely. However many flies there may have been in Manzoni’s studio 62 years ago, there were none on Piero.

Piero Manzoni with crewcut hair and wearing a suit, looking at camera slightly defiantly, with a fag on the go

As that Guardian article says, in the end it doesn’t matter what’s in there.

Extract from Guardian: Does it really matter, though, what went into Manzoni’s tins? Not really. The joke, the artistry and their collectability turn on the artist’s attempt to shock, and on the fact that he signed the tins. Manzoni said that the gullible art world would buy anything signed by an artist, even a tin of faeces. He was right. Manzoni has had the last laugh. Even the excrement po-faced collectors bought from him was fake.

…and seven minutes into this (all of which I can recommend) art historian James Fox says that what’s in those tins is an idea:

You might want to ask ‘but is it art?’ Well, that’s up to you. I can only say that, when the Serpentine held an exhibition of Manzoni’s work in 1998, I liked it so much, I bought the t-shirt.

A black T-shirt with a photo of one of Manzoni’s Merda d’Artista tins on it

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