
Last night’s party at the Fountain art fair started off great with a rum bar and tacos that you could garnish which freshly picked mint and cilantro, but soon before midnight it devolved into an art auction where descending bids allowed the buyer — and the audience — to decide if the won work should be burned. Sometime around midnight we decided it was time to leave … and fast.
So…. what is with all this destructiveness in art these days? Not simply of other cultural or social icons, but of art and artists themselves. I dunno if this is frustration at there not being all that much new in the art world or at the sort of hipsterish PBR and buttrock longing for “working class” acceptance or.. what?
Some of us like to see our art burn:
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Maybe next time we’ll burn books.