The fame of the world (Der Ruhm der Welt) passes right on the body of the glorious artist. He seeks the consolation that the capitalistically reified and now also warring world denies him in the things of art. It is said of things of art that they are at odds with the world, that they are resistant. A colored scarf is now wrapped around the artist's tired body as an art object that promises consolation. But his promise is disappointed: he just hangs heavily on the tired body, tiring him out instead of giving him strength and comfort. Its synthetic material, synthetic pattern assert dynamism and intensify the cold. Alienated paid labor exhausts the body; the artistic work appears with a promise, then becomes similar to piad labor and only exhausts the body more. The thing that promises consolation finally appears on the wall as a drawing or artistic signature, as a merely aesthetic residue, freed of body, work and exhaustion. The flickering lines that now surround it make the thing of dead work appear alive. As a play of light, they finally ennoble the thing of dead work as a sanctuary, as an autonomous work of art. The fame of the world (Der Ruhm der Welt) passes right on the body of the glorious artist. He seeks the consolation that the capitalistically reified and now also warring world denies him in the things of art. It is said of things of art that they are at odds with the world, that they are resistant. A colored scarf is now wrapped around the artist's tired body as an art object that promises consolation. But his promise is disappointed: he just hangs heavily on the tired body, tiring him out instead of giving him strength and comfort. Its synthetic material, synthetic pattern assert dynamism and intensify the cold. Alienated paid labor exhausts the body; the artistic work appears with a promise, then becomes similar to piad labor and only exhausts the body more. The thing that promises consolation finally appears on the wall as a drawing or artistic signature, as a merely aesthetic residue, freed of body, work and exhaustion. The flickering lines that now surround it make the thing of dead work appear alive. As a play of light, they finally ennoble the thing of dead work as a sanctuary, as an autonomous work of art.