To me, art comes alive when it moves. Maybe it started with a very early fascination for wind-up toys, but there is nothing more magic than seeing a crazy machine spin and twirl with life. Consequently, nothing was more epic to me than to see my first Jean Tinguey in Stockholm when I started studying there in the late 1960's, early 1970's.
He was a Swiss artist that reacted to the structured social confines of Swiss society by creating chaotic machines out of junk, old motors and found parts. It was brilliant! He even made the cover of Time Magazine when almost burned down MOMA in New York with a self destructive, mechanical sculpture when a burning, baby carriage got loose.