“Until last weekend, John Cecil Stephenson had been largely neglected with no public gallery or museum staging any exhibition of his work in almost 40 years – an injustice finally righted by Durham Art Gallery, 47 years after his death.” (Mark Brown, Guardian arts correspondent) Read the full article.
You see what we have to deal with. Artists now are expected to be human self-promoting machines.
And you’d better be slick with your personal presentation. If you’re a woman, you’d better be as beautiful as possible. (Men get to look like whatever, because they’re considered actual humans, not decoration.)
All this feverish marketing and social game-playing sucks up so much energy; what is left to go into the art? What sort of art world do we end up with?