The challenges of earning a living as a working artist are well-known, and artists find various ways to support themselves.Â Some work in entirely unrelated fields, or in peripherally related fields, photographing weddings or painting faux finishes on wealthy homes.Â Others try seeking employment at a museum or gallery.Â Paid curatorial or critical positions are difficult to come by, and artists seeking these positions find themselves competing against dedicated curators and writers.Â To find a stable, financially-sustainable career, in a field related to our training in art, many artists therefore turn to teaching.
Teaching isnâ€™t right for everyone, as many recent MFA graduates in need of employment quickly learn.Â For some, teaching itself simply isnâ€™t a good fit. Â For many more, however, the discouragement originates outside the classroom.Â Entry-level teaching positions typically involve a combination of part time positions including non-academic teaching at community art centers such as LillStreet, Hyde Park, Highland Park, and Evanston Art Centers, and adjunct teaching at a variety of colleges and universities.
Adjuncts have been performing more and more of the college-level teaching in recent years, and while this does mean there are a lot of opportunities for part-time teaching for recent MFA graduates, it also means that more and more instructors find themselves commuting from one institution to another, trying to piece together a living like a hippie kid sewing a pair of patchwork pants.Â For some, the challenges of adjunct teaching are too much to bear, and sometimes even those with a real inclination towards teaching find themselves seeking other employment. Â For others, though, adjunct teaching is simply a first step towards a full-time teaching position.
Every search committee has something itâ€™s looking for.Â The secret to getting hired is to be that.Â The problem is that, probably due to the rigidly formal process that searches have become, search committees rarely publish or advertise these desires.Â They list required qualifications and desirable qualifications, but will only rarely state a preference in terms of, for example, whether a painting candidate should work abstractly or figuratively, even when this is in fact the primary criterion on which they will select candidates for the first round of interviews.Â Looking at the work of my various friends and colleagues who have full-time teaching positions, it is clear that each institution, conducting each search, has looked for something different, and that no one style or technique or type of subject matter is a guarantee of employment.Â The best you can do, if you want to get hired, is to be really, really good at whatever it is that you do.
Of course, even that isnâ€™t a guarantee; some institutions prioritize teaching experience, an exhibition record, or other criteria, more than an aesthetic evaluation of the candidateâ€™s work.Â In general, it has seemed to me that community colleges tend to look primarily at a candidateâ€™s teaching experience first and foremost, almost to the exclusion of other criteria.Â By contrast, art schools such as SAIC tend to hire their full-time faculty almost exclusively on the basis of their exhibition records and other professional accomplishments, with the presumption apparently being that students at an art school will benefit the most from working with a successful artist, rather than an experienced teacher, and it seems that this success is more important than the particulars of an artistâ€™s methods.Â Four-year colleges and universities seem to take a more balanced approach, taking both teaching experience and exhibition history into consideration, but more than other institutions tend to look at the applicantâ€™s own studio work as a criterion for selection.Â Iâ€™m sure there are a plethora of exceptions to this, but this is the general impression I have gotten from my observations of searches and their conclusions.
One could draw a variety of conclusions from these observations:Â â€œDonâ€™t bother applying at an art school if you havenâ€™t had a museum show,â€ for example, or â€œRack up a few years as an adjunct before applying at a community college.â€Â The exceptions to my general observations are numerous enough, however, that this approach could cause one to miss an opportunity to apply for a position for which one might be hired.Â It could also cause one to neglect an important aspect of oneâ€™s own development.Â After submitting numerous applications for full-time teaching positions while in the second year of my MFA, and receiving nothing for it but a quiver full of rejection letters, I moved to Chicago, and worked for a year in a hardware store while pursuing both local and national teaching positions.Â By fall of 2008 I had secured part-time teaching positions at two community art centers, as well as an adjunct position at Wilbur Wright Community College, where I taught for the next five years.Â In September 2010 I also began teaching at Malcolm X Community College.
After I began teaching as an adjunct, I stopped applying for full-time teaching positions, focusing instead on other aspects of my professional development.Â I worked on developing and improving my syllabi and assignments, seeing what worked and what didnâ€™t work in the classroom.Â I also stayed active in the studio, completing paintings and pursuing exhibition opportunities, as well as writing, curating exhibitions, and viewing as many exhibitions as I possibly could.Â All of these activities were of course ends unto themselves, but also served to add to my resume with the goal of resuming my full-time job search after I had gained some adjunct experience.Â After a date had been set for my exhibition Living Dead Girls at Linda Warren Projects, I decided that it was time to resume my job search.
Beginning in 2011, I began applying for every position for which I was even nominally qualified, including both positions that did not appear particularly desirable to me (but which I was willing to accept if thatâ€™s where I was wanted), as well as positions which appeared either improbably desirable or clearly beyond my experience level (director of MFA programs and similar advanced positions).Â The positions for which I was applying were located not just in the Chicago area but all across the country and in some cases internationally.Â I was willing to relocate anywhere, and accept any position, in order to secure a full-time teaching job.
Over the past three years, I have applied for 122 positions:Â I keep a list.Â I would search the listings on the College Art Association, Higher Ed Jobs, and the Chronicle of Higher Education websites, as well as Academic Keys and Chicago Artistâ€™s Resource.Â This works out to just under one job application per week.Â It was a serious time commitment, quite stressfulâ€¦and also depressing.
I keep a binder full of rejection letters (120 rejection letters from teaching jobs, 66 of them emails, dating back to 2007).Â I keep mine in a three-ring binder in page protectors, in chronological order, a habit I started when I first applied to graduate school in 2002.Â I kept all of my MFA program rejection letters, and there were quite a few; it took me three years to get in, and in the second of those years I applied to 19 programs.Â A lot of my friends and peers thought this cataloging was obsessive, even pathological, but I found it perversely helpful.Â If nothing else, it was proof that I was trying.Â A fellow job searcher I met at CAA this past year in New York had an alternative solution; she gave her rejection letters to her pet parrot, who enjoys tearing them into confetti.
Not every position sent me a rejection letter:Â 13 positions starting in Fall 2012, for example, never got back to me, leaving me to infer my rejection from their silence.Â A few of these 122 positions, however, did select me for an interview:Â 5 positions, to be precise, or 4% of those positions for which I applied.Â The first was Central Illinois College, in Peoria, IL.Â We did a telephone interview in summer of 2011, which apparently didnâ€™t go very well, as there was no follow up.Â The next institution to contact me was in Fall 2012, when Windward Community College (in Hawaii) contacted me for a position starting in Spring 2013.Â This search was conducted entirely by telephone.Â The initial interview included a teaching demonstration, which I performed over the phone, using PDFs I had emailed as visual aids.Â This went well, and a follow-up telephone interview was scheduled, which I also felt went well.Â It must have been down to me and one or two other candidates, but ultimately, I was not selected for this position either.Â The University of Washington in Bothell expressed interest in my application and asked for a few follow-up documents, but this didnâ€™t lead to an interview.
Then, this past spring (2013), two more institutions contacted me for phone interviews.Â The first was Suffolk County Community College, in Riverhead (Long Island), New York.Â We did a phone interview, which went well enough that I was invited to fly out to Riverhead for an on-campus interview and teaching demonstration.Â I felt this went exceptionally well; however, and somewhat unusually, there was to be a third round of interviews, again by telephone, to select a final candidate.Â I was not one of those chosen for this final round of phone interviews.
Lastly, I was contacted by Northern Arizona University, in Flagstaff AZ.Â I was initially offered a telephone interview, which I felt went very well.Â The department chair then emailed me to schedule a telephone conversation in which he informed me that I had been chosen for an on-campus interview.Â I was flown out, given a tour of the campus, and gave a PowerPoint presentation on how I would teach a drawing class.Â The overall feeling was very positive, and as anyone who follows me on Facebook knows, I was offered the job, which I accepted.Â My contract begins August 19th.Â I will be returning to Chicago regularly, particularly because my wife, Stephanie Burke, will be remaining here in her position at Harold Washington College, but also for events such as Expo Chicago in September 2013, and the College Art Association conference in February 2014.Â I intend to maintain my connections with the Chicago art scene including exhibitions, writing, and curating.Â It wonâ€™t be easy, but as an integral part of moving my career forward, it is a challenge I am eager to face.
For those of my friends and readers who are going through this job search process themselves, I hope that my experiences can be of some help.Â I recommend my approach of applying for every position for which one is even nominally qualified, even though it may seem like a waste of time:Â every time you apply for a position is an opportunity to revamp your CV, rewrite your artistâ€™s statement and teaching philosophy, etc.Â In between applications, stay active in your studio, keep working as an adjunct, and pursue exhibition opportunities as well as other professional experience:Â while any one position may value on of these categories over the others, the next position may be the opposite, so theyâ€™re all valuable.Â Share job opportunities with your friends, even if theyâ€™re positions youâ€™re also applying for: the search is looking for something, and your friend may be it, even if youâ€™re not, but there are enough people out there looking for jobs, youâ€™re not going to get one just because your friends didnâ€™t apply.
Speaking of numbers, a few of my rejection letters have given the actual number of applicants, which average around 190 applicants per position. Â From these applicant pools, the campus selects a number of finalists, usually around 10 to 15, for initial interviews, either by phone or at CAA.Â Based on these interviews the institution chooses between 2 to 5 finalists for on-campus interviews, which often involve a teaching demonstration.Â The exact procedures vary, but in general, you might derive from this that institutions conduct initial interviews, whether by phone or at CAA, with about 1 in 20 applicants.Â Conversely you might expect to do one phone interview per 20 applications submitted, and it might be that you will do four to six phone interviews before becoming a finalist with an on-campus interview.
If you are offered a phone interview, you will want to plan in advance your answers to some commonly asked questions.Â Ask your friends who have interviewed what questions they were asked, and anticipate your answers to the same.Â During or immediately after each phone interview, write down the questions you were asked, so you can rehearse your answers for future interviews.Â Here are some questions I have been asked in phone interviews:
Why do you want to teach at (this type of institution)?
Why do you want to teach at (this specific institution)?
What interests you about this department/college/school?
What can you contribute to this program?
Whatâ€™s the hardest thing about teaching?
What is your biggest fault?
How do you address techniques versus ideas?
What creates a positive learning environment?
How do you assess the success or failure of your learning outcomes?
Is art objective, subjective, or both?Â How would you explain this to a student?
Where do you see this department going?
How could you expand this department, improving it to increase enrollment?
How would you deal with a student who wants to pursue art outside of school?
How do you deal with meeting the differing needs of students?
What do you do at each different level (beginning, intermediate, advanced)?
What are different techniques you can use?
What special topics could you address?
Do you discuss your own artwork with students?Â When, how, and why?
Discuss your art practice.
How do you keep your art practice fresh?
What are you going to do if your tenure duties interrupt your studio practice?
Are there any questions you were expecting, that we didnâ€™t ask?
Do you have any questions for us?
Occasionally, something strange happens at the end of a phone interview.Â During one phone interview I did, the schoolâ€™s telephone system had a very poor connection, and we kept getting cut off.Â It was of course frustrating, but I kept my cool and stayed friendly.Â At the end of the call, we said our thanks and goodbyes, and I waited for them to hang up (not wanting to hang up first, in case there was an â€œOh, and one last thingâ€¦â€Â But they didnâ€™t hang up.Â They started talking about me.
I didnâ€™t listen long, because I didnâ€™t want to be discovered and have it reflect poorly on me, but of course I was tempted.Â The one thing I heard before hanging up was that they liked how, when the phones cut out, I stayed positive, â€œunlike the last guy.â€Â So apparently the poor phone connections were a recurring problem, and while unintentional, served as a de facto part of the â€œtest.â€Â Remember, a big factor in the interview process is the committee asking themselves, â€œDo we want to work with this person?â€Â I recently spoke with a friend who also had the experience of a phone interview committee not knowing he was still on the line when they started discussing him; he listened through their entire discussion.Â The insights gained from this fly-on-the-wall opportunity might be invaluable, but I will leave it to my readersâ€™ discretion to decide whether it is ethical and worth the risk.
A safer way to get some feedback on your interview skills and application materials is to take advantage of the mock interviews and portfolio reviews at the College Art Association Conference.Â The next one is in Chicago, February 12-15, 2014, at the Hilton Chicago (a change from 2010, when it was held at the Hyatt Regency).Â To access mentoring and mock interview services at the CAA Conference, a current CAA membership is required, but conference registration is not.Â So, make sure your CAA membership is up-to-date, and bring your membership card, but you donâ€™t need to register for the conference itself to use these services (or the candidate center and interview hall).Â The feedback they provide is a big help in the job search process.Â Good luck.
Last month at the Gene Siskel Film Center, Chicagoans had a chance to see all five films of Matthew Barneyâ€™s Cremaster Cycle.Â Cremaster has a role in the art world similar to that of Art In The Age of Mechanical Reproduction: everybody knows about it, art students reference it in papers, and relatively few (of my classmates back when I was in school) actually bothered to read it.Â Cremaster, like Art In The Ageâ€¦,Â is taken as a given.Â We all know some basic facts:Â Matthew Barney used to play football, heâ€™s married to Bjork, he thinks of himself as a sculptor, and he made these movies which are basically all about his nads.Â Having seen a few artifacts in a group show at a contemporary art museum, and maybe having watched The Order on DVD, most of my artist friends feel like theyâ€™ve got a pretty good grasp on what Barney and Cremaster (the artist being basically synonymous with this one project) are all about.Â Few have watched any of the actual films, at least not all the way through, and far, far fewer, after having watched one, have felt compelled to watch the other four.
Well, my wife Stephanie Burke and I decided to join those narrow ranks, and last month we watched all five Cremaster films.Â Fortunately, the Siskel has a bar.Â From the sound of pop tops and rolling bottles, most of the audience had elected to bring their own booze, but Steph and I are patrons of the arts, and supported the Siskel by buying literally all the Guinness they had.Â This helped to wash down the films, and is a recommended procedure for anyone viewing them in the future.Â Frankly, arthouse cinemas are a poor choice for showing these films, with the expectation of propriety and somber contemplation.Â There are some scenes in these films that are awkwardly comical, and a setting that encourages laughter would really make the viewing experience a lot more pleasant.Â There is, of course, no admonition against laughing at the Siskel, but when youâ€™re surrounded by a bunch of serious-looking people watching the film like theyâ€™re listening to their grandfatherâ€™s eulogy, laughing, even when something is really funny, starts to feel like youâ€™re farting in church.
The Cremaster films arenâ€™t the kind of linear narratives that rely, like an M. Night Shyamalan picture, on unexpected twists and turns to sustain the viewerâ€™s interest, so Iâ€™ll eschew the usual â€œspoiler alertâ€ youâ€™d expect from a movie review.Â (As I write these words, everyoneâ€™s bitching about people revealing what happened on last nightâ€™s episode of Game of Thrones, which I havenâ€™t seen yet either, but Iâ€™m inclined to say â€œFuck â€˜em if they havenâ€™t read the books.â€Â Itâ€™s a nice day for aâ€¦Red Wedding.)
Having some context about whatâ€™s going on can help; if youâ€™ve got the big picture, you can focus on the details and nuance, sort of like reading Infinite Jest for the second time.Â (More on David Foster Wallace later.)Â I wonâ€™t bother writing up a detailed synopsis, as that work has already been done, so if youâ€™re like a summary, along with a lot of interesting background information and context, check it out:Â http://www.cremasterfanatic.com/Synopsis.html
One well-known fact about the Cremaster films is that, like Star Wars, their sequential numbering does not reflect the order in which they were shot.Â They were shot in the following sequence:Â Cremaster 4 (1994), Cremaster 1 (1995), Cremaster 5 (1997), Cremaster 2 (1999), Cremaster 3 (2002).Â This creates an interesting effect in which the quality of the visual effects, which were undergoing something of a digital revolution in the late 1990s, is fairly dated in the first film, improves a little by the second, peaks in the third, and then drops off drastically in the fourth, before picking up a tad at the end.Â The films arenâ€™t by any stretch effects-heavy blockbusters, but Cremaster 4 in particular shows its age in terms of the film quality, whereas Cremaster 3, the last to be filmed, is fairly polished.
Of course, unlike the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Â itâ€™s something of a chore to sit down and watch all 398 minutes (over six and one-half hours) of the Cremaster films.Â (A LoTR marathon, on the other hand, especially in a theater with a good bar, and decent meal breaks between films, is an absolutely transcendent experience.)Â At the Siskel, at least (not sure if this is how itâ€™s always done), they played 1 and 2 as a double feature, the longer part 3 by itself, and then parts 4 and 5 as a double feature.Â Part 3 conveniently includes an intermission, great for a much-needed potty break and Guinness refill.Â There were a couple of showtime options, and due to our schedules, we watched the films neither in numerical sequence nor in the order in which they were filmed, but rather arbitrarily:Â first we watched Cremaster 4 and 5, then took a day off, then watched Cremaster 3, and the next day finished off with 1 and 2.
Just as nobody can remember that Star Trek 4 is called The Voyage Home (and consequently everyone calls it â€œThe One With The Whalesâ€), the weird sequencing and semi-narrative structure of the Cremaster films makes it hard to remember which one was which.Â The above-linked synopses will give you a long-form breakdown of whatâ€™s in each film, but if youâ€™ve seen them and are having a hard time remembering which was which, hereâ€™s a quick guide in the form of suggested subtitles:
Cremaster 4: “Bukkake Goat Motorcycle Race.”
Cremaster 5: “Meat Mangina Mermaid Opera.”
Cremaster 3:Â â€œMasonic Punk Bands Dental Demolition Derbyâ€
Cremaster 1:Â â€œGrape-Eating Football Blimp Chorus Girlsâ€
Cremaster 2:Â â€œGas Station Murder Beehive Sex Rodeoâ€
These give a sense of the semiotic smorgasbord Barney uses in his films, which is basically what Moe on The Simpsons was referring to in explaining postmodernism to Homer:Â â€œYou know, weird for the sake of being weird.â€Â This isnâ€™t to say that the imagery is arbitrary, rather, it is carefully considered and thematically consistent, if frequently unexpected.Â Rather than engage in a tiresome deconstruction of this content, Iâ€™ll combine an inventory of its themes with a helpful aid for a more enjoyable viewing experience.Â May I present to youâ€¦
The Cremaster Cycle Drinking Game!Â Abnormal Prosthetic Genetalia?Â Drink!Â Multiple Young Women In Identical, Revealing Costumes Performing Synchonized Movements?Â Drink!Â Bizarre Footwear?Â Drink!Â Crawling Through A Confined Space?Â Drink!Â â€œThat looks like semen.â€Â Drink!Â The Presentation of Ritual Regalia?Â Drink?Â Ominous, Mysterious Agents of Power?Â Drink!Â Human-Animal Hybrid?Â Drink!Â Group of fawning, adoring women?Â Drink!Â Overt reminder of Barneyâ€™s athletic background?Â Drink!
The general unavailability of Barneyâ€™s films for home viewing (outside of The Order), and the general discouragement towards playing drinking games in arthouse cinemas, make this game more theoretical than practical.Â You could play it at home with a DVD of The Order, lurk on eBay for a bootleg, or bring enough friends to the theater that thatâ€™d have a hard time kicking all of you out.Â Or just play it quietly on your own.
If films are placed on a continuum, from â€œmoviesâ€ to â€œart,â€ Matthew Barneyâ€™s work stands just on the â€œartâ€ side of the imaginary dividing line, buttressed on the â€œmovieâ€ side by David Lynch.Â They both elicit the same â€œWell, that was fucking weirdâ€ response from the general public, and both attract a certain fan base of intellectuals with a taste for the bizarre.Â David Foster Wallace once wrote an article on David Lynchâ€™s films in which he discusses the way they straddle this line; itâ€™s a great article and a good point, but ultimately Lynchâ€™s films are still what Wallace calls â€œEntertainments,â€ that is, you can sit down and watch them and itâ€™s fun.Â Theyâ€™re smarter than most, granted, but they still function that way.
Not so with Barneyâ€™s Cremaster Cycle.Â Although they lack Lynchâ€™s ironic juxtaposition of the macabre and the mundane (Wallaceâ€™s description), something about the Cremaster films nevertheless makes me think of David Lynch, and specifically of Wallaceâ€™s essay on Lost Highway.Â Lynch and Wallace seem to buttress the fine divide between cinema and art film like a pair of bookends holding up a single sheet of paper.Â Compare Barney to other artist-filmmakers, such as Nathalie Djurberg (I had to Google â€œass-licking claymation tigerâ€ to remind myself of her name) or Shirin Neshat.Â Cremaster is undeniably more like a movie than are those artistsâ€™ films, and not just because itâ€™s longer (compare with Warholâ€™s Sleep or Empire).Â It may be something to do with context; Iâ€™ve seen Neshat and Djurbergâ€™s films in galleries, while Barneyâ€™s films I have seen only in theaters (the galleries show ephemera, sketches, and sculptures).Â The combination of duration, context, and the nature of the films themselves puts them on the cinematic edge of art film, but they ultimately rest on this side of that fence.Â Cremaster leans up against that divide, shaped by it like a mold full of Vaseline, ultimately conforming to Wallaceâ€™s definition of art film, which he uses to explain how Lynchâ€™s films are neither art nor commercial, but something else.
Art film is essentially teleological; it tries in various ways to “wake the audience up” or render us more “conscious.” (This kind of agenda can easily degenerate into pretentiousness and self-righteousness and condescending horsetwaddle, but the agenda itself is large-hearted and fine.) Commercial film doesn’t seem like it cares much about the audience’s instruction or enlightenment. Commercial film’s goal is to “entertain,” which usually means enabling various fantasies that allow the moviegoer to pretend he’s somebody else and that life is somehow bigger and more coherent and more compelling and attractive and in general just way more entertaining than a moviegoer’s life really is. You could say that a commercial movie doesn’t try to wake people up but rather to make their sleep so comfortable and their dreams so pleasant that they will fork over money to experience it-the fantasy-for-money transaction is a commercial movie’s basic point. An art film’s point is usually more intellectual or aesthetic, and you usually have to do some interpretative work to get it, so that when you pay to see an art film you’re actually paying to work (whereas the only work you have to do w/r/t most commercial film is whatever work you did to afford the price of the ticket).
â€œPaying to workâ€ sounds like a harsh indictment of the experience of viewing a film, but in regard to Cremaster, itâ€™s accurate.Â The hope is that this work proves rewarding for the viewer, and with the help of a few trips to the bar, itâ€™s not too painful.
The art world loves community.Â Well, the art world loves the word, â€œcommunity.â€Â Or, at least, it might, if we could figure out what the â€œart worldâ€ is, anyway, which is by no means a new problem.Â The issues may in fact be quite closely related.Â The art world is one of those subcultures that, while in reality a fuzzy-edged cluster of individuals, is easily perceived both by those within and without its borders as being the hard-edged rounded rectangle of an Illuminati card (Liberal, Weird).Â â€œThe CIA is going to attempt to control The Art World, and Iâ€™m going to putâ€¦50 Megabucks on that attack.â€Â (Which, by the way, actually happened.)
At least, weâ€™d like to think that if the art world were an Illuminati card, it would be Liberal and Weird.Â (If youâ€™re not familiar with the game, just translate that as, â€œWeâ€™d like to think the art world is liberal and weird.â€)Â But that presumes a certain homogeneity that just isnâ€™t there, as in fact did my own presumption that we (me, and you who are reading this) both want the art world to be the same, certain thing.Â That is by no means a sure thing.Â If for sake of discussion we can continue to refer to the art world as a single entity, then along with â€œcommunity,â€ it also praises â€œdiversity.â€ Â Â That value is tested when one learns that diversity means hanging out with a bunch of people with whom one doesnâ€™t agree, and whom one might not even like.
So what, then, does the concept of community really mean within the context of the art world?Â The answers that spring to mind come in the form of analogies:Â the art world as ecosystem, the art world as family, the art world as neighborhood.Â Any of these metaphors can provide insight into the nature and structure of a subculture, but they can also be misleading, as well as potentially offensive and therefore divisive:Â the vulture is an invaluable part of the ecosystems it inhabits, but few would want to be called the vultures of the art world.Â (â€œHe only collects work by dead artists.Â Also, heâ€™s bald, and when itâ€™s hot out, he shits on his legs.â€)
So itâ€™s like Hannibal Lecter says in Silence of the Lambs:Â â€œFirst principles.Â Read Marcus Aurelius:Â â€˜Of each particular thing ask:Â What is it in itself? What is its nature?â€™ What does he do, this man you seek?â€Â And as we try to piece together exactly what it is that we do, in this so-called art world of ours, to answer the question, I cringe, expecting any answer I give to be followed by Anthony Hopkins shouting, â€œNo!Â That is incidental!â€
But nevertheless, the immediate answer, the â€œHe kills womenâ€ answer that Lecter would have rejected as superficial, reveals part of the problem.Â Â Mostly I paint, and draw, and I also teach, and write, and sometimes I curate, and perform, and basically do a whole bunch of different stuff.Â All of this is part of what it means to be a member of the â€œArtistâ€ subset of the art world.Â There are also critics and curators and collectors and dealers, and while there is a lot of overlap, those who excel in one field tend to be specialists, if only in that the expenditure of time is a zero-sum game.
While each individual participant may bring something else to the equation, our individual efforts add up to a collaborative result, and that conglomerate of artwork and text and ephemera is the collective production of the art world.Â And to what end?Â Iâ€™d like to think, I think weâ€™d all like to think, that our goal is to make the world a better place.Â Like the fictional Weyland-Yutani Corporation from Aliens, perhaps our motto is, â€œBuilding Better Worlds.â€Â But isnâ€™t that a bit vague?Â After all, isnâ€™t that how everybody, in any field, likes to see what they do?Â Doctors save lives , lawyers fight for justice, invading armies are delivering freedom, and timber harvesting companies are creating jobs.Â Any human activity can be rationalized in terms of making the world better in one way or another, and that includes a lot of things that are antithetical to the individual ethics to which many artists subscribe.Â How can we be sure that weâ€™re really making the world a better place, rather than merely producing luxury commodities ultimately no different from a BMW or a yacht?
One metric, and Iâ€™m not saying itâ€™s a perfect one, might be that, rather than ends justifying the means we use to reach them, the means we use to reach our ends might give an indication of the worthiness of those ends.Â In short:Â If you have to do shitty things to reach your goal, maybe itâ€™s a shitty goal. Â Sometime around 1999 or 2000, Google informally adopted the corporate motto or slogan, â€œDonâ€™t be evil,â€ and while opinions are varied on how well they are living up to this, the principle is a good enough starting point.Â If it has a limitation itâ€™s that â€œevilâ€ as a word carries connotations of such unmistakable atrocity that it may be hard to see how it applies in morally ambiguous situations:Â if we use the word â€œevilâ€ to refer to something on the level of genocide, its hard to apply the same term to something like failing to credit the inspiration for an artwork.Â In its place, we might simply say, â€œDonâ€™t be a dick,â€ or in polite company, â€œBe cool.â€
The question of the ethics and etiquette of the art world has been on my mind a lot lately, for a few reasons.Â Last August I bought and reviewed â€œI like your work:Â art and etiquetteâ€ by Paper Monument; actually my â€œreviewâ€ consisted of answering the same questions that they asked of those they interviewed for the book.Â More recently, though, Iâ€™ve been thinking about the idea of ethics and etiquette in the art world, and about art communities, and ultimately about what weâ€™re all doing and why, because Iâ€™ve got some smart, awesome friends who are putting in serious work to make Chicagoâ€™s art scene a better place.Â Claire Molek, formerly of This Is Not The Studio, is behind those ads youâ€™ve seen on the Brown Line for the â€œBrave New Art World.â€ Â The BNAW manifesto describes it as â€œan arts unification movement dedicated to the service of consciousness,â€ dedicated to the belief that â€œthere is infinite, inherent value in the practice, product and distribution of art as a vehicle for consciousness.â€ What makes BNAW different is that, unlike a lot of the other (and also very worthwhile) alternative art organizations, it doesnâ€™t seek to colonize an up-and-coming neighborhood with for-now cheap rent and no history of art exhibitions (or collectors).
The Brave New Art World kicked off this past Thursday in River North, a neighborhood with a long history of art exhibitions, high rents, and a reputation (deserved or not) for conservatism and an aging base of collectors and patrons.Â Itâ€™s the neighborhood the cool kids love to hate, characterizing it as a bastion of old money and boring art.Â By launching in this context, BNAW eschews the romantic appeal of the anti-establishment revolutionary ideology, and seeks instead to work within existing structures to renew and reform, rather than to destroy and replace.Â Itâ€™s a smart move for everybody involved, if this mutualism proves sustainable, because it brings a new generation of innovative and experimental artists into contact with long-established galleries and collectors.Â The galleries need new artists to remain relevant in an evolving art market, collectors (weâ€™d hope) are eager to see things they havenâ€™t seen before, and artists benefit by showing their work in established spaces where people actually buy art.Â Some River North galleries have a strong history of showing emerging artists, and several have dedicated space or programming to this end:Â David Weinberg has dedicated a portion of his space to The Coat Check, Catherine Edelman has a long history of supporting emerging photographers through The Chicago Project, and Jennifer Norback recently added The Project Room to her gallery.Â The Brave New Art World has the potential to build upon and expand these programs and others like them, to breath new life into this long-established gallery district.
The launch of a new endeavor raises again the question of ethics and ideology, of what means shall be used to achieve these ends.Â Another of my smart and awesome friends, Jake Myers, recently wrote a sort of opinion piece (published on the Brave New Art World site) on some of the dirty aspects of the art world, and opportunities to better, from an ethical perspective.Â Some of what he wrote is prone to misinterpretation, and one passage in particular bears closer examination:
Instead of backstabbing, manipulating or using people for short-term gain, some people like to maintain healthy, friendly, long-term working relationships. Reward people who support you and bring other thoughtful, like-minded people into your cohesive crew. This is how communities and art movements begin.
Preceded by the heading â€œFriends who curate friends, â€œ and followed by a reference to a certain collaborative team, it would be easy to read this paragraph as a guilty plea to a charge of cliquish nepotism, but I read it differently.
We once bought a pair of feeder mice for our beloved ball python, Snake, but she was about to shed so she wouldnâ€™t eat.Â We kept the mice for a couple days in a small cage, fed them granola and made sure they had water, so they would be comfortable while they awaited their fate.Â One morning I awoke to find that one of the mice had killed the other and eaten its face (here we are back to Hannibal Lecter again).Â Apparently, Iâ€™ve since learned, mice kept in too close proximity will suffer stress, which can result in them killing each other and eating each otherâ€™s faces.Â If you compare the number of graduates from art schools and MFA programs (to say nothing of the self-taught), and compare that to the number of available galleries, collectors, teaching positions, and other opportunities, we shouldnâ€™t be so surprised to see an unfortunate number of young and not-so-young, struggling and not-so-struggling artists kill each other and eat one anotherâ€™s faces, metaphorically speaking.
What I think Jake, and Claire, and a lot of other smart, awesome people, many of whom I am privileged to call friends, are saying right now, although maybe not in these terms, is that we need to stop being a bunch of mice, which are bitchy, murderous, face-eating piss and shit factories.Â (I know, I know, theyâ€™re cute.Â But theyâ€™re also really gross, and eat each otherâ€™s faces.)Â Instead, we need to be more like vampire bats.Â Now, if youâ€™re familiar with Dawkinsâ€™ The Selfish Gene, and with the discussion of biological altruism, you may have an idea of where Iâ€™m going with this, and may in fact already be mouthing the words to you rebuttal.Â But bear with me.Â Dawkins gave a good summary of the Vampire Bat model of Reciprocal Altruism on a radio interview with Tom Morton:
Well, vampire bats have a kind of blood donor scheme; vampire bats, as you know, eat blood, and it happens to be a case of reciprocal altruism thatâ€™s been well worked out. These bats roost by day and then at night they go out and look for an animal to suck blood from, and then they come back and roost for the next day. Well if a bat is lucky, and manages to find an animal to suck blood from, it usually engorges itself and becomes very, very full, has much more blood than it actually needs. But that is quite a lot of luck that goes into that, and there are other nights when a bat will come home hungry, having not found any blood. And that can be fatal. These little animals need constant topping up in order not to die. So the situation is tailor-made for reciprocal altruism. When these bats come back into their cave after their nightâ€™s work, so to speak, some of them will be almost overflowing with blood, and others will be near death from starvation, and so thereâ€™s a lot to be gained from the ones whoâ€™ve got a lot of blood giving some to the ones who havenâ€™t got much, and they do it by regurgitating it, by sicking it up, and the others eat it. And they can expect to get paid back by those very same individuals on another night, when the luck has been reversed. And that actually happens, thatâ€™s been demonstrated and itâ€™s a very good example of reciprocal altruism in nature.
The game theorists point out that because these bats know theyâ€™re going to see each other again, itâ€™s not true altruism, but rather an investment in a community.Â This may be an argument for the evolution of true altruism, but itâ€™s an argument for, rather than against, its use as a model for behavior within a community.Â Be cool to your friends, because they might be cool to you in the future.Â Donâ€™t try go game it, to only hook up your friends whom you expect to be able to do you a favor in the future.Â Just do everything you can, to help anybody you can, because in the long term, it is in your self-interest to do so, as long as weâ€™re all doing it.Â So, letâ€™s all help each other out, whenever and however we can, and everybody profits.
In other words, you barf blood into my mouth, and Iâ€™ll barf blood into yours.Â Thatâ€™s community.
Itâ€™s the time of year when, as the frost giants finally abdicate their annual reign over Chicago, applicants the world over are getting their responses from Master of Fine Arts graduate programs.Â Since mid-February theyâ€™ve been braving the slings and arrows of â€œWe are sorry to inform you,â€ â€œIt is with regret,â€ and â€œWe wish you every success,â€ occasionally tempered with the cold comfort of some statistic or mention of the unexpected number of applicants and their impressive collective quality.Â Some are still dangling, hanging to the desperate hope of a waiting list.Â Many, though, have been receiving their notifications of acceptance, and with those come choices, sometimes difficult.Â At least three people I know personally are in this situation this year, and it got me to reminiscing, second-guessing, and Monday-morning quarterbacking the choices I made in my education, and also thinking about the choices facing my friends.
Some applicants are accepted only into a single program, at which point the decision pretty much makes itself, especially if that program was one of the applicantâ€™s top choices.Â In other cases, if accepted by a â€œsafety,â€ the choice is between accepting admission into a program that wasnâ€™t oneâ€™s first, second, or even third choice, or licking oneâ€™s wounds, getting back to work, and applying again the next year, in hopes of getting into a more competitive program.
I actually found myself in this situation ten years ago, in 2003, just after graduating from my undergraduate program at Humboldt State University (my degree was conferred in December 2002).Â I had applied, rather casually, to a few graduate schools, not really taking the process particularly seriously.Â Mass Art, Pratt, RISD, and Tulane University all wisely concluded that I wasnâ€™t quite ready, while SAIC informed me that yes, their application deadline was a firm one, and that Iâ€™d have to apply again next year.
After receiving all this bad news, I finally received an offer of admission from the University of New Orleans.Â I had applied to UNO, along with Tulane, primarily out of an interest in its role in the Gothic subculture; even as late as 2003, I was thinking itâ€™d be a good place to meet girls in black lipstick.Â I had visited New Orleans on a road trip with a friend in summer 2001, and it seemed like an interesting place:Â I found a porcelain dollâ€™s arm and some fragments of what Iâ€™m pretty sure were human bone in the topsoil of a cemetery, and at the New Orleans Art Museum I saw Odd Nerdrumâ€™s â€œFive Persons Around A Waterhole,â€ which let me tell you, when I was 21, seemed to me to be the paragon of contemporary art.Â I know, I know.
So I had applied out of a sort of schoolboyâ€™s crush on the city, and Iâ€™d been accepted.Â By that time, though, the end of March, Iâ€™d had a sort of awakening, and had realized that despite having just received my degree, I still had a lot to learn about the actual techniques of painting.Â My interest was in figurative representation, but I had been pushed away from it by my instructors and classmates, probably in large part because I wasnâ€™t very good at it.Â Instead, I had been making paintings that were a sort of workaround, essentially drawings on toned canvas, and these were pretty well received.Â My classmates and faculty were supportive, I showed some in local coffee shops and restaurants, even sold a few (albeit at undergrad-in-a-small-town-coffee-shop prices).Â But ultimately I knew the work was shit.Â Or, at least, I thought I did; in hindsight, it might have actually been an interesting direction to go in, but it wasnâ€™t what I wanted to be doing.Â At any rate, by the time the schools Iâ€™d heard were good had all rejected me, and UNO had accepted me, I had decided that the work Iâ€™d applied with was terrible, and concluded that I â€œwouldnâ€™t want to belong to a club that would have someone like me as a member.â€
The point of all this masturbatory, navel-gazing, canker sore-licking reminiscence is that whatever choice you make, youâ€™ll have the rest of your life to second-guess it.Â And, if youâ€™re anything like me, you will.Â If Iâ€™d accepted that offer of admission, I would have moved to New Orleans in summer of 2003, having just started a series of large self-portraits dressed up as other people (friends, famous artists, and artist stereotypes), which was kind of clever and funny in an undergrad sort of way.Â A military saying is â€œNo plan survives contact with the enemy,â€ and how this body of work would have gone over at UNOâ€™s grad program will remain forever unknown.Â Would I have been pushed in a more interesting direction with it?Â Encouraged?Â Sidetracked?Â Challenged?Â Coddled?Â Thereâ€™s no way to know, but thus relocated, my influences and peers all rearranged, itâ€™s impossible to imagine that I would have gone on to make the same work as I ended up making after deciding to decline their offer and spend another year working on my portfolio to reapply.
As it turned out, I didnâ€™t accept the offer, instead electing to spend another year working on what I thought of at the time as my first real body of work, that dozen or so self portraits.Â I felt pretty good about them at the time, thought I had a decent shot at getting into a more competitive graduate program the following year.Â I busted my ass, pulled some crazy all-nighters.Â I was an animal.Â I was a machine.Â All summer, I worked.Â Some friends and I, all in the same boat, spent Thanksgiving break in the painting studio; we knew how to shimmy across a roof and in through a window so we could paint even when campus was closed.Â On Thanksgiving, three of us had a little potluck dinner, using the model stand as a table.Â And then we got back to work.Â I bought Rock Star (or was in Monster?) at Costco by the case.Â December came, and with it, the deadlines.Â I applied to nineteen schools.Â I was rejected from every single one.
If Iâ€™d accepted that offer from UNO, I would have been finishing up my first year, instead of collecting a massive stack of rejection letters.Â As it was, I started a new body of work, better than the last (I actually still like a few of those paintings), and tried again, and that third year was accepted into three of my top choices:Â Mass Art, Cranbrook, and MICA.Â They were all basically good programs, and I had to choose between them.Â None had offered me a full fellowship, the proverbial â€œfree rideâ€ that MFA students sometimes get, which would have made the choice easier.Â (Some programs are free for anyone whoâ€™s accepted, but none of these three were.)Â I had a friend at Cranbrook, which was tempting, but ultimately I decided that the Hoffberger School of Painting at MICA was the best fit for me, due to its director Grace Hartiganâ€™s emphasis on figurative representation.Â I started at MICA in August of 2005.Â A month later, Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, leaving me to wonder what would have happened to me if Iâ€™d gone to UNO.Â Would I have found a teaching position in the area and been hit by the hurricane, or would I have found work elsewhere and dodged the bullet?Â If Iâ€™d been affected, how? Would I have stubbornly refused to evacuate?Â Might I even have been killed?Â More likely, I would have survived, and itâ€™s almost impossible to conceive that I wouldnâ€™t have made work about it, but would it have been any good?
Like Maximus said in Gladiator:Â â€œThe choices we make in life echo in eternity.â€Â The problem is that we canâ€™t always know how our choices will echo.Â Whether or not the wingbeat of a butterfly can really effect weather systems a continent away, unexpected outcomes are certainly the rule rather than the exception.Â So maybe, as youâ€™re mulling over your options for MFA programs, you should picture Jeff Goldbloom playing with droplets of water on the back of your hand, explaining that there is no way you can know what consequences your choice will have.
I never could have known that Hurricane Katrina was headed for the city I would have moved to if Iâ€™d accepted UNOâ€™s offer, nor could I have known that by staying in Humboldt for another two years, I would meet the woman who would become my wife.Â Thereâ€™s a certain hippie, New Age kind of mindset that may be more prevalent on the West Coast than in Chicago, that the universe has some sort of plan, that everything happens for a reason, and looking in hindsight at some of these consequences leads some to say, â€œWell, see?Â There you go!Â It all worked out.â€Â But of course, if it hadnâ€™t , something else would have worked out.Â If Iâ€™d never met my wife, I would probably have met somebody else.Â (Tim Minchinâ€™s got a great song about this.)Â If I can draw any lesson from my experience, itâ€™s that the most important outcomes of any decision tend to be the ones you canâ€™t predict, and thereâ€™s not a damned thing you can do about it anyway.
In the interests of concluding with something a little more actionable, Iâ€™ll share two pieces of advice I received while looking at graduate programs.Â The first was â€œFollow the money,â€ that is, go to the school that will result in the least student loan debt.Â This is great if you are offered a full scholarship to your top choice, or even one of your top choices.Â But itâ€™s difficult if youâ€™re facing the choice between taking on a major debt load to attend a program that really feels right for you, versus getting a free ride at a school that feels slightly less right to you.Â Add to this the fact that some programs (Northwestern, for example, and also UIUC I believe) are free for anyone accepted, and at others you can teach in exchange for a tuition waver and sometimes a stipend to live on.Â Itâ€™s a tough choice, not one I ever had to face, but one that some of my friends are facing right now.Â One mitigating factor in favor of getting to the school thatâ€™s best for you, debt be damned, is the Public Service Loan Forgiveness Program.Â This says that, in effect, if you work full time for a non-profit public service institution for ten years, while making your scheduled student loan payments on time, at the end of that period theyâ€™ll forgive the rest of your loan debt.Â Considering that a.) a primary reason a lot of people pursue an MFA degree is in order to teach, and b.) that most colleges count, and that c.) you can make fairly low student loan payments on the income-based repayment plan, this means that you can go to the fancy MFA program, teach for ten years (if you can find the work, and thatâ€™s a big â€œifâ€), make modest loan payments of as little as eighty bucks a month, and then youâ€™re free and clear.Â This takes some of the hurt and fear out of going to a more costly school that might offer the kind of program youâ€™re looking for.
The other piece of advice I got, though, was that the most important aspect of graduate program was the city youâ€™d be living in while attending.Â It makes some sense; certainly we see players in Chicagoâ€™s art scene who represent students and alumni from not just SAIC but also Columbia, UIUC, UIC, and more; attending graduate school in Chicago can be an entry point into Chicagoâ€™s art scene regardless of which school one attends.Â On the other hand, Yaleâ€™s MFA program pretty obviously has influence outside New Haven, Connecticut.Â Cranbrook is located in an almost monastic retreat in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, not particularly close to Detroit or anywhere else, and yet its graduates show up, doing well, all over.
I only ended up in Chicago out of sheer, dumb luck.Â I stuck around Humboldt for another year because I wanted to go to a school that was ranked highly by U.S. News and World Report, and then another because none of them would have me.Â On a whim, I went to crash Freshman Orientation to pick up on freshman girls and scam free pizza.Â Three years later, I married one of those girls, Stephanie Burke.Â Sheâ€™s quick to point out that she was a transfer student, not a freshman, and also there for the free pizza.Â After she spent a year with me in Baltimore while I finished up at MICA, she applied to her own round of MFA programs.Â It was her first year applying, and she got into three excellent programs:Â Virginia Commonwealth, MICA, and SAIC.Â SAIC had been her top choice, and Baltimore hadnâ€™t really set any hooks into either of us compelling us to say, so we pulled up our stakes and headed for Chicago.Â Five and a half years later, weâ€™re rocking and rolling in an incredibly vibrant art scene, and while itâ€™s hard for me to imagine doing so well anywhere else, the road that led here is one I couldnâ€™t see at all from where it started.
The CAA conference is pretty much the industry standard place to go for those seeking teaching jobs with colleges, as well as administrative or other jobs with colleges or museums.Â Unfortunately, itâ€™s a big investment of time and, more importantly for those seeking rather than holding full-time teaching jobs, money.Â Thereâ€™s the cost of your CAA membership, the conference registration fee, airfare, hotel, and all of those fancy meals with friends and trips to the bar with more successful colleagues whom you passively aggressively resent, which you rationalize as â€œnetworking expenses.â€Â All that shit adds up, and frankly, that kind of travel and fun in the name of business are some of the perks that make the shallow horror of the art world bearable.Â (â€œArt worldâ€ being here distinctly separate from â€œart,â€ the making of which is so a separate from the culture that surrounds it that the common language is misleading, in the same way that a â€œcarpetâ€ isnâ€™t a pet that rides in the car with you.Â Thatâ€™s a little Ramona Quimbey reference for the Beverly Cleary fans out there.)
Fortunately for my Chicago-based readers, the College Art Association conference is coming to Chicago in February 2014.Â Itâ€™s a lot easier when you donâ€™t have to travel to get there, and a lot cheaper too.Â In fact, if you can, you should probably see if any of your fellow alums or old friends from school are coming into town and want to sleep on your couch to save on the cost of a hotel.Â This can be a great way to turn a competitive frenemy into a collaborator and confidant, as they seek to avoid cognitive dissonance, preserving their positive self-image by attempting to repay the favor by, for example, telling you about an opportunity.Â (If youâ€™re reading this, and we know each other, even rather distantly, like you saw me naked at a party one time, call or email or hit me up on Facebook, and youâ€™re welcome to the couch or at least some floor space.Â Even if I kind of hate you.)
There are some tricks to cut the cost and get smart about attending CAA, particularly if your primary motive for attending is as part of a job search.Â Hereâ€™s the dirty little secret most people donâ€™t know about the CAA conference before their first time attending:Â You donâ€™t need to register for the conference to attend the professional development stuff or go into the Interview Hall.Â That just requires a current CAA membership, which youâ€™ve probably already gotten, since the friend whose membership number you were using to look at the jobs on the website either got their job or gave up, and either way let their membership expire.
There are good reasons to register for the conference; the price of a badge is well worth it if youâ€™re going to attend a bunch of the panel sessions.Â These are a great way to keep current in your field, particularly if your field is something like â€œThe Post-Gender Significance of Nipples on Ancient Sumerian Bronze Armor.â€Â Itâ€™s also probably a good idea to go if anyone you know is presenting.Â Just try not to glare at them from the back row, resenting their success.Â Plaster on a fake smile, fight your way to the front at the end of the presentation, and try to put a positive spin on whatever youâ€™ve been up to for the last couple of years.Â See if you can call your babysitting gig a performance piece.
Iâ€™m talking shit, but I actually really enjoy the panel sessions.Â Iâ€™ve seen some great ones, on â€œThe Opposite of Snakeâ€ (spoiler alert, itâ€™s â€œbirdâ€), and on Nazi curatorial practices at the Exhibition of Degenerate Art.Â These sorts of art historical things are half professional research (Iâ€™m sure theyâ€™re good for my making, teaching, and writing, somehow, even if the connections are neither direct nor immediately clear) and half guilty pleasure.Â For a contemporary artist, writer, or educator, a panel session on a given art historical topic may be neither more nor less relevant to their practice than watching a History Channel special on sea monsters.
The thing is, if youâ€™re on the job hunt, there are far better uses of your time than showing up for the conference because a bunch of jobs you applied for said theyâ€™d be interviewing, then scowling your way through a bunch of panel sessions because nobody wanted to interview you.Â You can prowl the Interview Hall; again, no conference registration required, you just need a current membership ID.Â During the conference, thereâ€™s a career services subsection of the conference section of the website, where they tell you whoâ€™s interviewing (useless if you donâ€™t have an interview lined up), but more importantly, whoâ€™s accepting drop-off packets.Â In my experience, at a given conference, an average of 2-3 places have been hiring in my medium (studio art focusing on drawing, painting, or foundations), and accepting drop-off packets.
So rather than bringing 50 copies of your CV, bring 5 full packets, including a generic cover letter, CV, references, sample syllabi, a CD containing 20 images of your work and 20 images of student work (if need be, this can be student work from your graduate assistantship, if thatâ€™s all youâ€™ve got), and image lists for those.Â Copies of your transcripts (unofficial okay) and copies of your generic letters of recommendation arenâ€™t usually necessary, but couldnâ€™t hurt.Â Obviously youâ€™ll want to bring a USB drive with these documents on it, in both print-ready PDF format as well as editable docx and jpeg files.Â That way if you discover a typo, you can rush to a computer to fix it (there are computers in the candidate center, or you can use your laptop).Â You can also go see whoâ€™s accepting drop-off packets in your medium, then go bang out a custom cover letter real quick, print it off, sign it, and swap it out for the generic letter in your packet.
Itâ€™s also a good idea to bring your images in multiple formats:Â at a mock interview I signed up for, the mock interviewerâ€™s laptop was newly-issued to him, and he didnâ€™t realize until our interview that it didnâ€™t have a CD drive!Â Fortunately, I had my images available on my website, as 8 Â½â€ x 11â€ prints in an Itoya folder, and on my USB drive, so this wasnâ€™t a major problem.Â On a related note, one tip I received was that if youâ€™re offered an interview, bring new copies of all the materials you submitted with you to the interview, because itâ€™s entirely possible that the interviewers didnâ€™t bring them, lost them, forgot them, or dropped them on the subway.Â So bring new ones, just in case.Â Some other helpful tips I received at the various professional development workshops I attended were:
1.Â On your CVâ€™s exhibition list, donâ€™t separate solo shows from group shows until later in your career.Â Itâ€™s confusing to the search committee to have to jump around.Â Keep â€˜em together, in reverse chronological order.
2.Â Separate solo shows from group shows, to highlight them.Â Your solo shows, particularly if theyâ€™re at a reputable gallery, are the heart of your exhibition record, so they should go at the top.
3.Â Remove from your exhibition history any shows at coffee shops, bars, restaurants, banks, or other businesses.
4.Â Omit nothing from your CV.Â Include everything.Â The definition of a CV is a complete record of ALL of your professional activity.
5.Â Use printed CD labels.Â Writing your information on the cd in marker looks unprofessional.
6.Â Donâ€™t use printed CD labels.Â They can get stuck in the CD drive.Â Write your information directly on the CD in marker.
Literally, I received all six of those tips at one time or another while at the conference this year.Â Like Ned Flanders, Iâ€™ve tried to follow all of these commandments, â€œeven the stuff that contradicts the other stuff.â€Â The annual CAA conference takes place in February, more the middle of the â€œsearch seasonâ€ than the end, so even if, like me, you donâ€™t score any interviews at CAA, itâ€™s not too late to put these tips into practice.Â Full time teaching positions for the Fall often have deadlines as late as the preceding March or April, so if youâ€™re looking now, there are still a few postings open for Fall 2013 positions.Â If none of them pan out, well, Iâ€™ll see you there, February 12â€“15, 2014, somewhere in Chicago (probably the Hyatt Regency on Wacker, where they held it in 2010).Â May the odds be ever in your favor.