Hey New York Times, I still love ya, but please, just shut up with all those pseudo-uplifting “joy of poverty” stories that you’ve been shoving down our throats lately. Here’s a small sampling of what I’m talking about:
2/12/09: The Boom is Over: Long Live the Art!. This is the one where Holland Cotter told artists,
“…it’s Day Job time again in America, and thatâ€™s O.K. Artists have always had them â€” van Gogh the preacher, Pollock the busboy, Henry Darger the janitor â€” and will again. The trick is to try to make them an energy source, not a chore.”
That bit has already been roundly ridiculed on various arts blogs, so I won’t flog it any further. More recently, however, the Times published another of its attempts at an emotional pick-me-up, Tight Times Loosen Artists’ Creativity (5/19/09), in which an artist named Liz Fallon from Portland, Me. is cited as an example of how artists are learning to exult in their new-found freedoms, now that they’ve stopped selling work and can support themselves with crappy part-time tele-marketing jobs:
â€œAs for myself, freed from the constraints of creating for a specific buyer,â€ Ms. Fallon wrote [in an email], â€œIâ€™ve experienced my own surge in creativity and have been producing a great deal more than I used to. While it would be nice to still be getting paid for my work, the need to be more resourceful is having a beneficial effect on the arts community around me.â€
In a follow-up interview Ms. Fallon said she supports herself working as a customer-service representative for a direct-marketing firm, and that the lack of commissions has enabled her to pursue new projects, like illustrations of classic childrenâ€™s literature.
â€œNobody wants me to do anything, so Iâ€™m just doing what I want,â€ she said.
Can’t offer a better retort than that already given by Susie Bright, who responded thusly during a related Facebook exchange (reproduced on the blog New Curator):
And again, on 6/9/09: Special Report: Contemporary Art: Getting Creative in a Downturn. Even the French are “getting creative” and (I love this) “rediscovering” drawing BECAUSE IT’S SO CHEAP.
“….In France, the slump has been marked by a return to traditional drawing, exhibited in a profusion of small-scale shows, often curated by art students….. Serghei Litvin Manoliu…said, â€œThe golden boy approach to art is over.â€ His show, the 21st Century International Drawing Fair, was a crisis-friendly, minimalist affair, offered unframed works for around â‚¬300, displayed on tables in a bare, loft-like space in the hip Marais district of Paris.
Unlike art produced mainly as a commodity for financial speculation, Mr. Manoliu said, â€œdrawing requires excellent skills.â€
â€œThe art world had lost every criterion of quality,â€ he said. â€œI believe this crisis is a fabulous opportunity for the arts.â€
I have time to read the new John le Carre, while nibbling at sweet tangerines in the sun. When a Sigur Ros album comes out, it fills my days and nights, resplendent. And then it seems that happiness, like peace or passion, comes most freely when it isnâ€™t pursued.
God, I love cranks. I love a well-written rant even more. If I can find enough of them, I’ll make this into a weekly series.
Today’s rant (on internet chatter vs. newspaper reporting, among other topics) comes courtesy of comic book author Warren Ellis on Wired UK. (Via Bruce Sterling’s Beyond the Beyond). This is just an excerpt, make sure you read the whole thing.
“….itâ€™s worth standing outside in the cold away from the internet and consider why print and newspaper/magazine structures still exist. Because reporting and editing are honest-to-God actual fucking jobs that donâ€™t get taught at the Huffington Post and the Daily Beast, and because all those faceless blog-networks infesting the Bay Area like tongue herpes have no interest in their minimum-wage blogmonkeys thinking about anything bigger than their hitcount. These things are fun and great for finding out about paedo-paramedics and Ukrainian porn, but they shouldnâ€™t be confused with informed reportage and actual thinking. My nameâ€™s Warren Ellis. Iâ€™m a writer of fiction struggling with a world thatâ€™s getting stranger faster than I can make strange shit up. I work for Wired UK. Nice to meet you.”
Oh, nice to meet you too sir.
Apparently it’s a new column, so Ellis is just getting started. Drink deep, if it’s your cup of tea.
Here’s hoping Meg’s sister “Peanut” Manuel kicks some ass at the US Boxing Championships!!
*Bruce Nauman’s Topological Gardens wins Golden Lion for best Pavillion at Venice Biennale (Art 21).
*John Baldessari and Yoko Ono receive Golden Lions for lifetime achievement in Venice (Unbeige). Go Santa!
*Marguerite Horberg plans Porto Luz, a new artistic center for Bronzeville (Chicago Weekly).
*What to wear during an Orange Alert? interviews Green Lantern Press editor Tobias Bengelsdorf.
*Eight museum shows you won’t be seeing in L.A. anytime soon (plus other cancelled shows across the country). Can someone scoop up MOCA’s cancelled Luisa Lambri show and bring it to Chicago? Pleeeaaase? (Culture Monster).
*Even the Louvre is worried about its future now (Unbeige).
*Berwyn resident John Sisto discovered to have kept over 3500 religious artifacts and antiquities from Italy, 1600 of them stolen. (New York Times, Chicago Breaking News).
Africa covered a cappella has been done many times but never like this. Includes a cappella rainstorm in the beginning.
Painter Robert Colescott has died at the age of 83. From his New York Times obituary, by Roberta Smith:
“Mr. Colescott represented the United States at the Venice Biennale in 1997, the first African-American to do so. By then he was well known for pitting the painterly against the political to create giddily joyful, destabilized compositions that satirized, and offended, without regard to race, creed, gender or political leaning.
People of all colors haunt Mr. Colescottâ€™s paintings, mostly as chimerical stereotypes that exchange attributes freely. Their mottled skin tones often suggest one race seeping through another. Their tumultuous interactions evoke a volatile mixture of suspicion, desire, pain and vitality. His slurred shapes, wobbly drawing and patchy brushwork imply that no truths can be held to be self-evident, that life is mired in slippery layers of false piety, self-interest and greed, but also lust, pleasure and irreverence.”