(Left: Bicycle Wheel by Marcel Duchamp)I read Mike Rooney’s blog entry “I want to be a sell out” and I was gratified with the knowledge that I am not the only one who hears the pseudo-intellectual chatter and refuses to be persuaded to create yet another assemblage of stuff. But I actually like to paint and I am a pretty good painter.
In the 90’s I was attending galleries every weekend. The shows were mostly all conceptual art, ho-hum, the upside; there were some interesting people all dressed in black attending (kind of like a funeral, does that mean the art is dead?). The wine and cheese was good, but the shock value had worn off of most of us. My friend Bill who is a writer from NYC was with me one evening when he started to throw out a cocktail napkin into one of the trash cans in the gallery, only to find out it was an art piece selling for $1000’s. Ha, that was rich.
I suspected these artists couldn’t paint, so they assembled. Yeah, yeah, I know I love to move people too, that’s why I write poetry. I have a lot to say that can’t be portrayed or said with just a painting or with visual images. Tell me this, why if visual art is visual, does it need five pages posted next to it explaining what it is trying to tell us? I suspect the artist wanted to write a book.
Ok, before I get in trouble, I do like some conceptual art. I thoroughly enjoyed the Marcel Duchamp exhibit held in Minneapolis many years ago, his work throws you off center in a whimsical way. I loved the girl (sorry I can’t remember her name). Anyway, she is an artist in New York City and decided to mark, delineate with paint, all the streets and sidewalks that will be underwater when global warming finally melts all the ice. Wow, what a statement, we will really lose some of our favorite cities according to scientists. Will New York City be able to survive as a second Venice? I ponder. This artist did a lot of research for the project, scientific sea levels, math, OMG. Yes, this conceptual art was really shocking to me.
I have ideas too, for conceptual art pieces, large crazy things; like sewing all my canvases together to make a Tee-Pee and then moving into it. What do you think? I guess it depends on where I decide to set up, maybe I could get some much needed publicity, I’ll wait until summer though, I’m no fool.
I have an intellectual photographer friend who called my art “Bambi stuff.” It was a derogatory remark, but I still paid for his flight back to Spain when he needed money. He didn’t consider me a serious artist I guess. I got a little respect from him when I gave him some pillowcases I had created that had life sized photographs of slithering snakes printed on them and told him to use them in his guest room when the guests were no longer wanted. I could have made a fortune on those, especially during the holidays.
I was in a group show in the 90’s (of probably 200 artists) that included “Jesus Piss Christ.” Our reaction? we thought it was disgusting. I actually had a (pretty) piece in this show. Is this what sent Nancy Reagan over the edge that cut the funding for individual artists grants? Maybe it was Maplethorpes nudes, I can’t remember and don’t want to do the research. I would like the grant restored though.
I hope I am not starting to sound like Rodney Dangerfield “I get no respect!”
Well here it is, my comment inspired by conceptual art in poetry
Art Climate the F poem
Absolutely facetious farcical falderal figmentations
Of faux fermented fabrications for fools and factions,
Following fastidious fact-finding fallable fug
Fudiciaries who foster flaccid fugacius farceurs
on faradaic fanfares of Flash and Flaw
For fiscal flow and fleece.
c. 1993 Denise Whitestone
*Visiting art galleries prompted this poem
Showing piss Christ, toilets and trash, claiming these as art was frustrating. I on the other hand couldn’t make a dime with all the study and work in my craft. I was considering giving paid tours of the dump, which probably would have been very lucrative with these sheep.