ok... whats wrong with elitism??
art as democratic program is such a sad sad song.
rap is democratic. rip-off, commercial country and western, fresh out of LA is democratic. television is democratic. shitty food, shitty attitudes-- homophobia, racism, ignorance-- is democratic... it comes down to mob rules.
and i don't run with the crowd...
it's painfully hard to make good art. a kick-ass painting takes time and romance and sincerity. that shit is hard to come by. write a great poem? forget it... a novel? shit...
word is, kelley had wanted to go into literature, but found it "too hard..."
I could leave it at that.
to write something that is real and powerful and true is difficult, if not (near) impossible in this day and age. yeah, it's hard... but to go against it and proclaim yourself an artist is easy. shoot your video, mimic your commercial, your cartoon, your fashion model bullshit, put your politics up there and never get your hands too dirty...
and if they get dirty, make sure it's during a "performance"
in front of 7 of your friends...
it's easy to be the art rebel.
ask the dash de menial kid that overdosed in the bathtub.
what a stupid game.
* and to continue with the dead artist theme, now tapies is gone... sad to say, but i don't think i got into him enough... bold bold heavy work.
painting that takes "painting" out of what we know of the cannon and into other (perhaps more earthly) modes... so little has been seen in the states. or so it seems.
perhaps thats just my excuse.
but maybe not.
* chelsea? yeah, it's there... kicking and screaming as the new 7 line is dug up and laid out.
tottering on high heels and $$$ and loving itself as the whore she is.
i remember when the galleries began the steady crawl up from SoHo to those vacant plots between 10th and 11th avenues. all the art world bitching and moaning about the distance and the cold and the wind and the on and on and on...
does anyone remember holly solomon?