Once upon a time artists mostly produced art. These days however, artists are supposed to put on shows, curate shows, deal with media, with marketing, with galleries (and with gallerists!), with designing their own websites, with photographing their work, with not dressing like a slob, with paying rent for both their apartment and their studio, buy supplies for their art, do their own carpentry, know their own cultural context, understand art history, be hip to whatever current famous European philosopher is popular (was Derrida now it’s Slavoj Žižek), be aware of what’s going on in the art scene (extra points for knowing what’s going on in the literary scene too), maybe speak at least one other language (two is better), having basic working knowledge of a guitar or piano is another plus, be able to outdrink other artists, and if need be, should have enough stamina to stay up all night at parties…
Read the entire post over at SFMOMA’s Open Space.
Oft have I wondered to myself: Why is my health unradiant and my figure unlovely?
I have now seen the light, thanks to my twitter friend Philip! THIS IS WHAT I NEED!
A short video clip from the Whitechapel Gallery in Britain showing their Rothko archives and photos from Rothko’s 1961 exhibition. Curator Nayia Yiakoumaki narrates.
I’m always struck by the way the people react to Rothko’s art. Usually in photographs where people are standing next to paintings, either the painting dominates and the people look like clutter – you wish they’d get out of the way so you can see the painting better – or the people dominate and the painting shrinks to just a swirl of color on the wall.
But in the Rothko photographs, the people and the art blend together in a way that seems so right. Like people basking on a beach, or floating in a pool, they react to the monumental simplicity of these paintings in such an instinctive, natural way.
Too often, we expect art to simply open itself to us and give up its secrets without work, like a TV show. And yet in fact, if we approach art as a tourist, simply looking for it to serve as the pleasant background, then is no more delightful, and arouses no more passion, then any other amusement.
The unique power of art is in its ability to yield up the deeper and more intense pleasures that come with knowledge of it. Invest in actually loving something.
— Ben Davis, chief art critic at ARTINFO
Here’s a corner of my balcony featuring my collection of dead plants (very Goth!) my freshly-rained on glass palette, and a dead-looking landscape in the distance. This isn’t the best time of year for balcony views; until the new grass grows, the world is pretty much the color of mud.
… and here’s the proof.
Don’t hate me ’cause I get to look at sheer fabulousness like this every time I go to Krsko to buy cat food. It’s just part of the wild, free, romantic life of adventure that expat artists get to live every day.
When you don’t have what is considered a real job in the United States of America, you don’t have access to what are commonly known as ‘benefits’ in this country.
You get offers for so-called ‘affordable’ health care coverage, but I’m sorry, $500 per month is neither affordable or reasonable for an independent contractor or freelance worker in this country.
There’s a lot of shame in our community around this issue, shame about being outside of the ‘normal’ system.
— Laura Colby
This is the most brilliant idea I have possibly ever heard of: artists trading their artistic services in return for free healthcare. Click here to read more at the NYFA website.
The American healthcare and “benefits” system is the most brutal in the so-called civilized world. Had my own state a program like this, I may have never had to become an expat.
Not the clearest of the images I took, but this one had the best light.