Thursday, September 11, 2008
KAT and Eye on W25th Street
we took in a lot of work straight out of the marketing machine. the work looks pretty. lots of technical expertise with exuberance. painting after painting, show after show of artists doing the same painting over and over again. even when there was lots of color, the overall 'show' turned bland before my eyes. disappointed. i wanted 'more of it', but saw no it. i kept thinking: 'slick and big, but, are they having any fun?'
KAT and I had a lot of fun during the whirlind of my 24 hours in NY. we talked art constantly from media to marketing to the 'it'. you gotta have the 'it' to be the 'it' girl. but you gotta have a bit more than 'it', you gotta have some grit, some determination, some stick to purpose, some artistic fortitude and endurance to keep making art after the 'it' has lost some of its shine.
i walked alot in my orange nike slippers and i got no blisters this time.
the 7 1/2 train ride home was the most exhausting part of the trip. oh, and The Gallery was closed, but i didn't know it until after i rang the bell, but they invited me in for a preview of the emerging talents they are hanging for their season opener. i was very quiet and looked around, then left. oh, and i left my book.
i went to the Guggenheim and saw Louise B's work. got vertigo at the top. and i love the Rheinhardt Black painting just the way it was. they should never have tried to restore it. as in fabric such as silk, it is in art, the slubs and nubs are inherent to the material.
i think i'll put a note on the back of my work: keep your hands off it!
oh, and i took a 50' taxi ride to the Guggenheim. momentarily disoriented i jumped in a cab and asked him to take me. he didn't turn on the meter and drove 50' to the curb. it was right there hidden behind the tree i was walking by. 'here you are.' he said to me. i started laughing so hard, i said how much? he waved his hand. he was laughing. i said 'let me at least buy you a cup of coffee.' so i took some folded ones and handed them to him. the last i saw of the cabbie he waved and laughed then shook his head and said 'I love you!'. good-bye. i hope i gave him enough ones for a cup of joe.
keep thinking about LB's work with a warning shot: if you got any daddy issues, you better get over them, or you will still be dealing with them, working it out out when you are 97.