Thursday, February 2, 2017

Post card from Art Hell to the Dis Collective

No it was not the venue, the exhibit, a hot art fresh talent, a sexy German blond or a new gadget but an old man in a simple postal yellow suit that stole the show and made the drag that the art world has become all to obviously. What a great joke on the jokers the DIS collectives of the world the art monger and auction house whores, pardon my English.

He didn't care sure possibly empowered by a few Schnapps but who is counting who cares because nobody got the joke because they have given up their sense of self irony at the temple of art snobbery. Hail to the rebels who don't give a fuck if it matters.
My hats up for the mellow man in yellow at the biggest night in the German art year. The Biennale circus is more about the who wants to be seen by whom then the art because at the end everybody just bitches about the art mostly because they try to understand art and by doing so missing the point. In todays world of shifting parameters art that's easily understood is not art anymore but a product designed for a market usually of the moneyed.
Of course artists are seen like the horses ass nobody wants to really see. Horses are owned by well to do people and so are artists especially if we look at their employment through out history. So what's my beef? I have nor beef in this stew only that the pretenders are just that and it has to be said.
As the political climate changes some artist will ride the coat tales of the anti establishment or at least give lip service to it and others will go the more honest route and cater directly to the taste of the ones with the pent houses and Hollywood mansions.
And then their are the outliers that are tired of the lie and just are being themselves starving artist also called amateurs. Amateurs because if you can't make it as an artist you can't make it anywhere.

That brings me back to Berlin or Tokyo or LA and New York and all the Basel outposts that bombarded us with Art Fairs to get into to gawk not at the art but at the price tags. Am I barking to the wrong demographic possibly but the romantic notions attached to the art service industry is misplaced. Save the Romantic antics for your personal journal and smell the daisies they don't smell good.

Singularity is a word that comes to mind. The singular mind always tries to make sense out of things the group mind tries just to plainly dictate both are in desperate need for updating. we are stuck in the same argumentation mode and that means the wheel of fortune is going retrograde with every atom we split.

We have dated ourselves through our self indulged intellect and now the politics of the day mirror our stagnation. The technologies others invented for us overwhelm our sensibilities and lead to a consumer melt like a slushy of brain waves looking for a new brain that can contain all the trivial input and enables us to coexist in a multi tasking environment that only cares about the bottom line which is profit for the top in ranks.

Art yes back to Art and its exhibitionism as we stand in front of works created by others we feel empowered to become the judge in afield we have no expertise in just like the fat guy yelling from the side lines of the soccer field about the teams failure to produce the high of a goal. So what I am saying is that it is about the high and when we don't understand something we don't get a high but feel inferior which makes us angry that's why so many people are really angry at art and yes the how dare you become an artist type which leads to more artist make more angry art which has no buyers unless you are one of the ten famous living artists.

We are all stand ins for the dialog that unfolds like rose pedals laid out to dry on a hot field day in Mexico by cheap labor to be repacked in a fancy baggy with ribbon to be used at a pedal palooza for a wedding of a billionaire and his model escort from a former east block country to become years later the first lady of the most self important country in the world.

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