A fan of large run prints, Kyle senses something big — maybe “revolutionary” — about the Weiner print. He writes, ” … contemporary art can be dangerous; it can quietly change lives … Here’s to hoping ‘Head Over Heels’ is an invasion of contemporary art into the most ordinary of every day life.”
Who knew the Australian landscape painting world could be a hot bed of scandal. Earlier this month, the Wynne Prize was awarded to Australian painter Sam Leach. Normally bestowed on “the best landscape painting of Australian scenery in oils or watercolours … ” this year it was revealed that the painting wasn’t exactly based on an Australian scene but an image the artist found on the Internet. The horror! Veteran feminist and public intellectual Germaine Greer has jumped to Leach’s defense.
Art Fag City has published an extensive report on the financial crisis facing the Jersey City Museum. She paints a grim picture of an institution that is vital to the area’s visual arts community.
Two Konbit Shelter project team members, Thaddeus Pawlowski and Sarah Walko, reflect on the nature of disasters and what they can teach us about how we become who we are. As they explain, “They reveal deep patterns in our nature. Artists are vital to the rebuilding process because they can help us recognize these patterns and the lessons embedded within them. By fostering a common vision and purpose, they can glue a city back together even more than housing and infrastructure, as they provide a psychic infrastructure.”
Some auction items on view at Hôtel Drouot (via flickr.com/colodio) The New York Times reports on a serious scandal that’s rocking the Hôtel Drouot, which is “France’s oldest, largest, most storied and most profitable auction site, a frenetic three-story bazaar of marvels and junk: Picassos and Basquiats, stamps and used handbags, dusty carpets, couches, clattering […]
Street art enthusiasts seem to have a thing for destructive fanaticism, but I’m not sure they realize how destructive it can be. They exuberantly consume the latest street artworks like hungry piranhas, hyping the artist and his products until there’s nothing left but an embarrassing skeleton. They get inexplicably ramped up about artists who have produced one provocative wheatpaste or had a single clever idea.
At times, the blogosphere can feel like a miniaturized version of academia. With so many voices competing over authority and pulling readers this way and that, fights are bound to break out. Just like any serious punditry, bloggers have healthy disagreements over what they cover as well as how they cover it — the etiquette of the developing world of online media. The recent spat between online art world figures Marc Schiller and Paddy Johnson is a perfect case study.
Gender issues and neo-colonialism are having a fine frippery field day courtesy of Kent Monkman a gay First Nations Manitoba Swampy Cree Canadian artist … is part of a small, but burgeoning contingent of Canadian First Nations artists who are engaging in sociological and scatological commentary on the state of the nations, First or otherwise.
It is a sad day for pole dancers, and those who appreciate them, in New York state. This from the New York Law Journal: “We question how much planning goes into attempting a dance seen on YouTube,” the tax appeals panel concluded …
Curator, critic, and blogger Nicole J. Caruth didn’t attend last week’s food event at the Brooklyn Museum but she did get in for the after party. During her post-bacchanalia visit she was able to shoot the remains of the food orgy.
New York Magazine‘s senior art critic has started filing video reports from art events. And on Friday he posted a report from Brooklyn Museum’s “food art” gala created by “food artist” Jennifer Rubell. Her description of the event is priceless … and absurd …