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.
Today seems like a good day to talk about abstract painting. Itâ€™s an issue that bobs to the surface from time to time (â€œâ€¦like a turd that wonâ€™t flush,â€ to quote Deacon, Dennis Hopperâ€™s character in Waterworld), a sort of ghost or dark secret that canâ€™t stay hidden forever. Abstract painting is often seen that way today, as a turd, the digested remains of something that used to be relevant, new, and beautiful, but letâ€™s not forget, when Hopper uttered those timeless words, he was referring to the hero of the picture. Itâ€™s not an easy issue, and like everybody else this time of year, Iâ€™m a bit under the weather, so rather than force you to suffer through my foggy-headed musings, Iâ€™m going to approach this topic by serving up some hot plates of copy-pasta, written my minds less addled than my own.
The issue of abstract painting surfaced for me recently at Co-Prosperity School, the artist-run discussion circle that Iâ€™ve been coordinating, along with Stephanie Burke, ever since the schoolâ€™s founders, Aaron Delehanty and Ed Marszewski, each became busy with the joys of fatherhood. Each week, in addition to a visiting artistâ€™s presentation, one of the participants presents his or her work for critique and discussion. A couple of weeks back, it was Chicago-based abstract painter Erin McGuireâ€™s turn to present her work. Erinâ€™s a vocal advocate of abstraint paintingâ€™s continued relevance today, and after her critique, I asked her to summarize her thoughts in a brief â€œmanifesto.â€ Hereâ€™s what she sent me:
Why Abstract Art You Say!
1. Representational and abstract are both valid art subjects.
2. I like to draw, paint, combine forms, colors, and relationships without being constrained to one specific literal object.
3. Not being tied down to one specific object opens the piece up to everyone to understand, even if they havenâ€™t learned art history.
4. You donâ€™t have to â€œgetâ€ abstract to enjoy it.
5. It gives a lot of room for imagination.
6. Yes, there is shitty abstract art, just like there is shitty realistic art.
7. Silly, bizarre, casual, colorful, sexy, poetic abstract paintings exist that might make you cry, remind you of certain music, or a powerful little moment that no one else noticed.
8. Give abstract a chance; donâ€™t be intimidated by its history.
9. Just (fucking) enjoy the painting, whether itâ€™s abstract or realistic â€“ thereâ€™s nothing wrong with just liking something without having to explain yourself.
10. Thereâ€™s room in your mind for abstract if you allow it.
You can read more of Erin’s thoughts, and see some images of her work, here:Â http://erinmcguirestudio.com/home.html
One of our fellow participants, Kelsey Greene, took the time to write a response to Erinâ€™s presentation. In it she uses McGuireâ€™s work as an entry point to begin discussing abstract painting more generally.
The next leap is abstraction. But how does a person tell a good abstract from a drunken scribble? It has to do with intent, and artistic intent is very difficult to parse out without education or training. Without knowledge of proportion, composition, color systems etc., all the deliberate choices of the artist appear random or accidental. Education is essential because people want to know that their opinion has a valid basis. They don’t want to be the person with the wool pulled over their eyes, imagining that a child’s drawing is the next great masterpiece. They want to know they are not being fooled into discussing something as higher than it is. The only way to give that assurance is to discuss process and technique (artist’s choices) with the viewer…
A painting is “finished” when there is nothing left to do. There should be nothing “wrong” (out of place, unbalanced) with the painting, but it should still be interesting enough to keep the viewer (in this case, the artist herself is the viewer) visually engaged. This is perhaps one of the most important distinctions between [representational] painting and abstract paintings. A [representational] painting is done when it looks like what it is, and in sufficient detail. An abstract painting is done when the artist decides that it looks like itself. A representational painting is done when it can’t look any more like the thing, or when changes start to lessen the likeness of the painting to its subject, or when additional work doesn’t seem to be adding anything to the perception of the subject, but an abstract work doesn’t have an objective guide. The point of completion is entirely the artist’s prerogative, and is a very deliberate choice, perhaps more so than in a process when the work is being compared to an outside standard.
The full entry is available on Kelseyâ€™s art blog: http://ixonia.livejournal.com/2131.html
All of this manifesto-grade discussion may feel as dated as abstract painting itself, but as with Sol Lewittâ€™s Sentences on Conceptual Art, painting, and specifically abstract painting, may be rendered a littler clearer with some choice words, particularly if it is going to continue to endure alongside performance, digital art, and all the newfangled whatzits that have become part of the contemporary definition of art.
The best theory or manifesto of painting Iâ€™ve read, seen, or heard in a while has been painter Molly Zuckerman-Hartungâ€™s 95 Theses on Painting, shown as part of her exhibition at the MCA Chicago and now available online: http://fromawhispertoascream.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-95-theses-on-paining.html The whole list is well worth reading, several times over, but this morning, grey and snowy outside, and stuffy and congested inside, this one feels just right:
73. The dream of abstract painting in the 20th century was a dream of whole people, whose senses werenâ€™t fragmented, whose vision was complete, who made paintings with their hearts and minds and bodies in harmony.
Postscript: It was my great pleasure to perform my graduate work under the guidance of painter Grace Hartigan, who first became well known as a second generation abstract painter in New York, before returning to figurative painting later in life. It was through conversations with her that I learned to appreciate abstract painting, particularly the work of Helen Frankenthaler, Joan Mitchell, and Lee Krasner, as well as Grace herself. Although my own work is figurative, representational, and realist in a very traditional sense, I nevertheless drew much inspiration from these abstract painters, who incidentally happen to be women. So Georg Baselitz can suck it.
Iâ€™ve always liked Dave Hickey. This was initially because his Air Guitar was the one book of art theory or criticism I could read without feeling like I was choking down something unpleasant because it was supposed to be good for me. So, last October, when Hickey famously â€œresignedâ€ from the art world (the exact meaning and consequences of which only time will tell), I was eager to hear his reasoning, which, I figured, had to be pretty good.
Hickeyâ€™s complaints, first reported in The Guardian and immediately quoted basically everywhere, carry an echo of a quotation (often misquoted) from Hunter S. Thompsonâ€™s Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the â€˜80s: â€œThe TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reasonâ€¦Which is more or less true. For the most part, they are dirty little animals with huge brains and no pulse.â€
Last night over after-dinner drinks, a friend told me about Damien Hirstâ€™s collaboration with the Olsen twins: the twinsâ€™ signature black patent leather Nile crocodile backpack (which, apparently, is a thing), released as 12 limited-edition designs embellished by Hirst. The Nile originally sold for $35,000; the Hirst edition goes for $55,000, with the proceeds going to Unicef. Nobodyâ€™s going to hate on Unicef, but Hirstâ€™s spot paintings already had an air of an artist whoâ€™d become too big to fail just phoning it in to make a buck. Repeating the spot imagery on a luxury backpack starts to feel like the art worldâ€™s version of the Portlandia â€œPut A Bird On Itâ€ sketch.
Big shots make big targets, and any museum-vetted multimillionaire artist is going to draw some flak. Jeff Koons has attracted criticism ever since his public relationship-as-performance with an Italian porn star-politician (a pretty special combination in itself) was widely written off as an obvious publicity stunt. Hirst has always attracted skepticism, mostly of the â€œbut is it art?â€ variety, for his dead-thing-in-a-vitrine work, but they were at least monumental. His spot paintings look lazy by comparison, and stamping them on a bag reinforces the idea that heâ€™s become not just a brand, but nothing but a brand. Warhol would approve, maybe, but a lot of us, I think, are tired of it.
What makes us uncomfortable, I think, is the implication that this collaboration may actually be between equals. We dread that there may be some hypocrisy in our criticism of the balls-out consumerism that allows a pair of twins who got famous getting their diapers changed on television to sell handbags for five figures. Are art world celebrities so different from the garden variety? More to the point, are art world celebrities any different from ourselves, and our friends, if we got the success we pretend to disdain but secretly covet? We want to see ourselves as the kid who points out that the emperorâ€™s new clothes are nothing at all, and when one of our darlings pairs with one of theirs, we start to feel the tickle of the breeze on our own naked back.
The truth, I think, is that there is no difference. These art world titans fill our need to have something to worship, and to hate. Like soccer moms flipping through tabloids in the checkout line of the grocery store, we need these gods and demons, to love and to fear, to envy and mock. In the end, the fact that they happen to be artists is entirely incidental. Like everybody else, weâ€™re drawn to epic personalities, and like everybody else, weâ€™ve been eating a mile of their shit just to see where it comes from. That we happen to prefer the flavor of artist shit over actor shit, or musician shit, or athlete shit, is an incidental consequence of subculture, class, and education, and has no bearing whatsoever on the essential nature of cults of personality.
This at least would seem to explain Hickeyâ€™s â€œfuck this shitâ€ decision to opt out of the whole thing. And Hickey is one for whom the system worked: Iâ€™m sure the manâ€™s received his share of rejection letters, but Iâ€™m also pretty sure that itâ€™s been a while. His criticism can hardly be called a case of sour grapes, but it must resonate with anyone whoâ€™s doing good work, not getting the recognition it deserves, and seeing what look like heaps of laurels being stacked on the heads of lazy hacks. The temptation to sweep the chessboard onto the floor and walk away is certainly understandable.
Hereâ€™s the thing: gods you donâ€™t believe in canâ€™t touch you. It doesnâ€™t matter what million-dollar deals are being done between people youâ€™ll never meet. It may be interesting, and sure, we may wish for a slice of that action, but it can only suffocate you if you bury your face in it. Art is like Calvinball: if you donâ€™t like the rules, you can change â€˜em. Iâ€™m not going to second-guess how Hickey wants to live his life; it sounds like heâ€™s got some book projects heâ€™s into, which look interesting, and while theyâ€™re not directly about art, I was never entirely sure that Air Guitar was, either. But opting out isnâ€™t the only option on the table for anyone else who feels that way.Â Nothing the big shots are doing, however frustrating, however misguided, need stop you from making that work, writing that blog post, or running that apartment gallery.
Bumper stickers make for lousy arguments, but thereâ€™s one out there that slings a butchered quote spuriously attributed to Mahamta Ghandi: â€œBe the change you wish to see in the world.â€ The actual quotation isnâ€™t quite as pat, but itâ€™s a decent thought for anyone whoâ€™s frustrated with the way things are, whether in the art world or anywhere else:
â€œIf we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. â€¦ We need not wait to see what others do.â€
P.S.Â Fuck you, Olsen Twins:Â This is how to use a crocodilian as a fashion accessory: The author’s wife Stephanie Burke with one of Jim Nesci’s reptiles, at Big Run Wolf Ranch.
Of the many branches of contemporary artâ€™s gnarled and twisted family tree, arms and armor appears to be a particularly precarious limb, a long-dead branch likely to be pruned off by any serious storm.Â More than any other field of art history, arms and armor have come to be associated with the dimly-lit studies of the super rich, typified by Bruce Wayneâ€™s manor in Tim Burtonâ€™s 1989 Batman.Â â€œCheck this out.Â He must have been the king of the Wicker People.â€
There are those of us, though, who notice things in that scene, that most viewers miss:Â For example, the completely anachronistic juxtaposition, on the armors flanking the door, of close helms and breastplates from the sixteenth century, with eleventh century kite shields decorated with swirling-armed crosses.Â Five hundred years of history separate the former from the latter, no less than separates the latter from the present day.Â A close helm would have been as out of place at the battle of Hastings as an Abrams tank at the court of Henry VIII.
Most people watching Batman, even artists and art viewers, wouldnâ€™t know the difference, and couldnâ€™t care less, and in fact would probably imagine the previous paragraph being read aloud in the voice of Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons.Â The appreciation of arms and armor is easily treated as an oddball, nerdy fringe of art history, and tainted by association with violence:Â undergraduate art history survey courses rarely cover the difference between a bascinet and a burgonet.Â Contrast this with the expectation that anyone with a degree in art, in any medium, should easily recognize the painting The Joker later defaces as Rembrandtâ€™s late self-portrait, and the one he spares as one of Baconâ€™s popes.
Arms and armor may not be appreciated by as wide of an audience as is painting, but they have their fans, and Iâ€™m one of them.Â As a kid, I remember going to visit my family in Philadelphia, and we must have gone to the art museum; I remember a seeing, just in passing, some maces in a display case and becoming totally enamored.Â My dad bought me a book on arms and armor on that same trip, and Iâ€™ve still got it, much abused and well loved.Â In my teens my mom bought me a book on the arms and armor of the medieval knight, and Iâ€™ve still got that one too.Â The summer before I went away to college, I went to Europe with my girlfriend at the time, and each time we visited a new city I sought out its arms and armor museum:Â Vienna and Dresden were both quite memorable, though that latter city sadly lost much of its collection in the firebombing it experienced in World War II.
In August of 2007, I was attending a residency at the Vermont Studio Center, before moving to Chicago to join my wife Stephanie Burke, who had just started school at SAIC.Â She called me to tell me about the wonderful collection of arms and armor sheâ€™d seen at the Art Institute.Â I arrived a month later, headed down to the Art Institute, and found the long, dimly-lit hallâ€¦completely empty, save for a single display case with a few swords lingering.
The hall was the Art Instituteâ€™s Gunsaulus Hall, which housed the Art Instituteâ€™s fantastic collection of arms and armor until late 2007.Â Three years later, a small selection of the collection was put on display in the Art Instituteâ€™s Galleries 235 and 236, where it remains on view today.Â The exhibition space is small and so the percentage of the collection that can be shown is necessarily quite limited (although its ceilings are high enough to display an armor for man and horse with the rider mounted, something never before possible at the Art Institute).Â In that display, a sign indicates that this small display is temporary, pending the completion of a new, much larger exhibition space for the collection, at an undetermined future date.
The Art Instituteâ€™s collection of arms and armor comes from the estate of George F. Harding, Jr. (1868-1939), a Chicago businessman and politician who amassed an incredible collection of arms and armor as well as other art and artifacts from around the world.Â In 1927, Harding expanded his Hyde Park home, adding upper stories emulating a castle.Â He used this â€œcastleâ€ as a museum to display his collection of arms and armor.
The castle was torn down in 1964 as part of an urban renewal project, and the collection was moved to a building, closed to the public, at Randolph and Michigan.Â The museumâ€™s chairman, Herman Silverstein, along with his wife Bea, was the subject of a lawsuit by the Illinois attorney generalâ€™s office in 1976, accusing the Silversteins of â€œviolating IRS regulations concerning charitable trust laws by mismanaging the museum assets and failing to allow public viewing of the relics.â€Â The Silversteins agreed in count in 1989 to resign, and to turn over to the Art Institute the last $4.1 million of the Harding Museumâ€™s cash assets, to be used to conserve and display the collection.Â The Harding collection itself had been turned over to the Art Institute in 1982, under pressure from the State.
The bulk of the Art Instituteâ€™s collection remains in storage, out of view, but even the small selection on display is well worth seeing.Â Thereâ€™s also a book, Arms and Armor at The Art Institute of Chicago, by Walter J. Karcheski Jr., out of print but available online very inexpensively.Â For my dear fellow viewers who appreciate this odd branch of our cultureâ€™s visual history, we will have to content ourselves with these, until the Art Institute makes room for a larger exhibition space for this world-class collection.
â€œArt Chicago With Higher Ceilings.â€Â This is how one Chicago gallerist, who preferred to remain anonymous, described Expo Chicago.Â Similarities are inevitable, not only those intrinsic to any Chicago art fair, but also those brought by president and director Tony Karman (vice president and director of Art Chicago from April 2006 to December Â 2010), as well as the familiar echoes of Navy Pier, where Art Chicago was held until 2004 and now the venue of choice for Expo.Â But by last year, Art Chicago was foundering, and this year went tits-up at the last minute.Â If Expo Chicago is going to succeed where Art Chicago ultimately failed (after, it should be added, over two decades of success), itâ€™s going to have to have some major differences as well.Â Hopefully, Karman is putting his experience with Art Chicago to good use in running Expo.
Sales were â€œcautiously positive, if not glowing,â€ according to Julia Halperinâ€™s article on Art Info (which includes some specific works sold, and prices, including at least three in the million-dollar range). Â Â Susan Snodgrass, writing for Art in America, quoted most gallerists as generally describing sales at the fair as â€œslow,â€ while describing othersâ€™ attitudes as â€œwait-and-see.â€Â Thatâ€™s the tone I felt at the fair as well:Â not ecstatic, but not the depressed gloom that had settled over Art Chicago by its final year, either.Â I asked a pair of friends who worked the fair as section coordinators if people were selling much at Expo.Â As soon as one had said, â€œIn my section they werenâ€™t,â€ the other exclaimed â€œIn mine they were!â€Â So it seems to have been something of a mixed bag.
Descriptions of Karmanâ€™s strategy make heavy use of the phrase â€œquality over quantity,â€ and Snodgrass agrees with the assessment, saying, â€œOverall quality was high.â€Â Certainly there were plenty of well-known names on the walls of the bigger, blue-chip galleries, and gathered together the best (or at least the best-known) could have made for a respectable, if modest, exhibition at a small contemporary art museum.
This, though, is a narrow and safe definition of quality, and while it may sustain the sales necessary to carry Expo into another year, it runs the risk of trading artistic liberty to purchase a little financial safety.Â There was relatively little unexpected at Expo; that which was surprising was mostly in the seventeen or so spaces in the Exposure project, dedicated to newer galleries such as Chicagoâ€™s Andrew Rafacz Gallery and The Mission Projects.Â When these galleries sell work at a lower price point (compared to the sometimes seven figures the blue chip galleries list), and show artists with a less established sales record, it can be difficult to cover the costs of a regular art fair booth, and projects like Exposure may, if priced and juried right, attract an exciting energy to what could otherwise become an overly stodgy event.
It may be that calls for more experimental, risk-taking, emerging art are naÃ¯ve, romantic notions rendered untenable by a harsh economic climate.Â It may be that in addition to the smaller scale, and undeniably more attractive venue, of Expo in comparison to Art Chicagoâ€™s final days (the ceilings really are higher; the place looks like a Zeppelin hanger, which is awesome), some of the more experimental, challenging projects, and more exciting (though less established) galleries, will find themselves cut from the equation by the cold, hard logic of economics.
The argument could be made that this is the reality of holding an art fair in Chicago.Â However, a counter-argument is being made in the form of the MDW (â€œMidwayâ€) fair, which describes itself as â€œa showcase for independent art initiatives, spaces, galleries and artist groups, highlighting artist-run activities and experimental culture locally, nationally and internationally.â€ In many ways, it is everything that Expo isnâ€™t (and Art Chicago wasnâ€™t).Â There wonâ€™t be any metallic silver spaceships (Weather balloons?Â Inverted orange juicers?) hanging from colossal ceilings in a cyclopean amphitheatre, and glasses of wine arenâ€™t likely to be delivered on sliver trays even at the Vernissage opening night event.Â Booth prices are lower, sales tighter, and the whole economics of the thing scaled down.Â There will be relatively few big-time European collectors, and no seven-figure sales, but instead there will be experimentation, unconventional spaces, and unexpected and surprising work.
MDW isnâ€™t likely to rival Art Basel or Frieze in terms of dollar values moved, or the international reputation of the work seen.Â (Note that I said nothing here about quality; there has been some exceptional work at both of the previous MDW fairs.)Â MDWâ€™s significant contribution to Chicagoâ€™s art scene is likely to remain â€œother than economic.â€Â Rather, it can provide a counterpoint to the commercial fairs, showing what can be done even in tough economic times.Â It might even hope to lead the big boys by example, encouraging a more experimental and risk-taking attitude on the part of the big fair organizers, galleries, and collectors, to show and support the work of artists who are already performing the experiments and taking the risks.
The attitude, even among MDWâ€™s organizers themselves, is that Chicago still needs a large, commercial art fair:Â Ed Marszewski, one of MDWâ€™s organizers, posted on Facebook, â€œWell, you know it. Â Expo looks kind of fantastic. Â Weâ€™ve got something to be proud of.â€Â Judging not only by the Facebook â€œlikesâ€ and comments, but also by the chatter in meatspace, the sentiment seemed to be shared pretty widely across a broad spectrum of Chicagoâ€™s art community, which had collectively exuded an aura of embarrassment over Art Chicagoâ€™s last few years.
Expo is almost certain to happen again next year, with some galleries already making plans to be there. (NewCityâ€™s Robin Dluzen quotes Karman as saying, â€œThere had better be a fair next year, or I donâ€™t know what Iâ€™m going to do with the rest of my life.â€)Â Beyond that is anyoneâ€™s guess, and will depend in large part on next yearâ€™s sales.Â Ultimately, though, for an art fair to truly succeed, and avoid Art Chicagoâ€™s final demise, it must remain interesting, compelling, and relevant.Â This means new work by living artists, both established and emerging.Â When a fair plays it too safe, it courts disaster.Â Expoâ€™s dealers may already have learned this lesson; Dluzen observes that â€œit was the contemporary, primary market art, not the Modern, secondary market art, that was being moved.â€Â Hopefully, Karman will pay close heed to this lesson, and perhaps even follow, in part, the example being set by MDW.Â If Expo is to be Chicagoâ€™s chance at a lasting, world-class art fair, itâ€™s going to have to be both profitable and exciting.Â Thatâ€™s a delicate balance, and next year is going to be a demanding test of how well Expo strikes it.
Top Feature Image:Â Scan of rapid prototype of my head, made by Tom Burtonwood while we were working together at the Bad at Sports booth at Expo Chicago.