Lot Essay
‘Kippi dances wildly over the plates and glasses, does the crazy-shuttle, bites a wineglass to pieces, swings from the chandelier, drops to the floor like a rock, unbuttons his pants, waggles his tongue like Gene Simmons from Kiss, babbles and blathers away, mutters and mumbles – he is the absolute epitome of the bold and reckless anarchist in the bourgeois wine-tasting gallerists’ imagination’ (J. Lottmann, quoted in S. Kippenberger, Kippenberger: The Artist and His Families, New York 2011, p. 248).