I..Am...absolutely...agog.
A: That this woman Teri Hortan bought a painting for $5.00 and is selling it for $50 million. (Good for her)
B: That this painting is famous ONLY because of who painted it. That being Jackson Pollock
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Art...um, er Oh where do I begin? The popularity of art is subject to the whims of flamboyant lunatics claiming to be experts in the field of art. A.K.A the art critic. I'll admit, I am a critic of art myself, but it's one thing to like or dislike a work of art, another to dictate what is worth lots of money and what's not, for the general public to either clamor for or scoff at. My opinion doesn't affect anyone save for whomever has to look at my walls.
I certainly don't begrudge anyone liking this painting, but consider this, have you ever seen that show about "My Kid Could Paint That" ? There is some debate as to whether the 4 year old in question actually did the work or of it was the dad, but still... it's paint thrown at canvas! I'm just sayin..
Click HERE to see her work. She's really cute.
Anyways, my rant is getting away from me. This poor woman is having a hard time selling her painting because she's a former truck driver who bought the painting for so little. The art snobs don't want to buy a painting that didn't cost millions of dollars to begin with, probably afraid it's not worth millions of dollars just because at some point in the past someone only spent $5.oo for it. I blame this on critics. I'd like to blame a LOT of social issues on critics, but my rant is reserved for this one subject today. All's I'm sayin is that I bet if someone else spent several million on it and was selling it for several million, there'd be art snobs all over the world losing their minds because they just HAD to have it.
Last bit: My mother is visiting. I'm taking up Crack until the New Year. Blog entries will soon be taking on a whole new level of consciousness.
For the love of all that is HOLY.... I'm bored at work! I need a new job. B and I are looking into getting me set up with the gear I need to run a photography business so I can do my own thing. I'd be much happier this way.. FO SHO.. Flash: I think you know what I mean. I know what you mean when you speak of desk jockies taking up photography to save money. Unfortunate that when money is tight, the pretty things always go first (stupid economic ressession). That being the professional photos. I feel your pain. I also have pain, my ass is sore and resentful of my desk chair. The chair itself is some sort over priced ergodynamic masterpeace of mesh, plastic and hydrolics, but I resent it like it was cast iron weights attached to my arms and legs keeping me from experiencing anything beyond the confines of my cubicle walls, which strangely resist thumbtacks, thus making it impossible to make this space anything but a cold and sterile prison with a surprising lack of photos or anything personal. A single post it hangs from one of the three gigantic monitors taking up ALL the space on my desk. WHy do I have so many monitors? Why are they so big? The answer my friends, is I don't know. I didn't ask for them, I was happy with what I had, and now I work in a space that somewhat resembles navigator for NASA.
Fuck, I need a vacation.
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Wow. All that fuss over a painting. What is wrong with those people!?
Did you know that there is an actual song called "I'm Giving Up Crack for the Holidays" It's by Black Christmas and it's damn catchy. However, not nearly as beneficial as your situation requires.
--snow
ummmm, nice rant.
I have two words that might save you, your husband, your daughter, and your mom. These words, this idea, has saved me from homicidal rage when besieged by holiday travellers. These words, are you ready, are...hotel room.
It really works.
I say to let her hold onto it, in 50 years, when the "Snobs" have died out, she'll be able to sell it for 3 times the amount.
I'm a huge fan of the Piccasso Simplistic movement, where his worls were 1 or 2 lines on a white canvas. I have like 12 of those works on my wall.
And yeah, I know what your talking about with the job. I got canned, but I couldn't be happier. Push for that business, I've seen your work, you rock behind an SLR.
Don't get Pollack. I'm an impressionist fan. I like art that I can look at and say "I couldn't do that."
But if some moron has that kind of money to blow on what looks like a painters drop-cloth, more power to them.
These people are cementing their snobbery by not wanting to pay for the painting because of the seller. How apt. Their greed will get the better of them when they realise that the value will likely skyrocket over the next few years. Then they'll buy it and the story of it's acquisition will be a quaint amusement for them when they come to sell it.
For that is all 'it' is for them: an investment. Not a treasured expression of creativity from another soul.
Go take a look at Tracy Emin's 'My Bed' and let me know what you make of that.
Ok, so I went and checked out Tracy Emin's 'My Bed', ya, Uh, don't know really, uh, ya, no, not my thing. I don't think that's art. Where's the skill? The technique. I just think art should be so much more than a statement, otherwise everyone is a piece of art, cuz we all make a statement of some sort just walking around the earth the way we do, whether we realize it or not. Just sayin...
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