Let's start off the galllery with one of my favorite pieces of Fluxus art, which reside at the Museum of Modern Art. That's right, you don't need to know Italian to see that this is canned shit. Nothing sums up by atttitude towards the cotemporary scene bettet than this wonderful example of Duchampian provocation.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
What is this?
I'm a longtime art fan, and I don't think it's a secret to anyone that most contemporary art SUCKS! I stopped going to most galleries because the denatured utterly bland crap on the walls pissed me off, and I didn't feel it was worth elevating my blood pressure to look at it. I hate to sound reactionary, but recently at the Modern at a show on New works from latin America (where it was nice to see the same kind of bullshit that affects American art affects them, too) I saw one artist whose works consisted of white paper with a dot in the center. The text for these "pieces" was longer than the canvases. I thought I was part of some Monty Python skit for a minute. I intend this blog to be a gallery of the crap that is contempo art.
To experience the erosion of our aesthetics in person, simply go to Met and wander the galleries chronologically. It's impossible to arrive a the end and not exclaim, "What the fuck!"
To experience the erosion of our aesthetics in person, simply go to Met and wander the galleries chronologically. It's impossible to arrive a the end and not exclaim, "What the fuck!"
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