December 28, 2007

The Value in Objects

The New York Times ran an article about Apple's stores. What caught my eye was this soon-to-be apocryphal story about one customer:

Apple stores encourage a lot of purchasing, to be sure. But they also encourage lingering, with dozens of fully functioning computers, iPods and iPhones for visitors to try — for hours on end.
The policy has given some stores, especially those in urban neighborhoods, the feel of a community center. Two years ago, Isobella Jade was down on her luck, living on a friend’s couch and struggling to make it as a fashion model when she had the idea of writing a book about her experience as a short woman trying to break into the modeling business.
Unable to afford a computer, Ms. Jade, 25, began cadging time on a laptop at the Apple store in the SoHo section of Manhattan. Ms. Jade spent hours at a stretch standing in a discreet corner of the store, typing. Within a few months, she had written nearly 300 pages.
Not only did store employees not mind, but at closing time they often made certain to shut Ms. Jade’s computer down last, to give her a little extra time. A few months later, the store invited her to give an in-store reading from her manuscript.
Living in a country that has more registered cars than it has registered drivers shows that the idea of purchasing a commodity as a necessity has long since past. Whether one drives an old clunker or a Bugatti Veyron, like any other purchase, it advertises one's politics and priorities. Apple may make no money off a 25 year-old aspiring model, but the creation of that kind of ambiance has in turn created a revenue source that accounts for one of every five dollars Apple earns.

So what does this all say about art? A Goolge image search of living room or my living room will show that almost every space has some framed art on the wall. Even this image, which I assume is of the electronic entertainment setup shows some art reflected in the mirror above the lamp.

Like every other object that gets associated with a person, from a pair of jeans to a pair of jeans, art defines the buyer. So what does it say when a collector of photography has a Freeman and a Sekula on their wall compared to a collector that hangs a Gursky and a Wall?

I would venture a guess that all four are well-regarded by some of the art-world cognoscenti, and sniffed at by others. All four are solidly middle class in their respective countries and are also among the richest 5% of folks on this planet. I would also guess that all four sink a good portion of their art income back into producing more art, be it investments in content through research, or investments in materials for those artists interested in form.

That would mean that collectors are subsidizing artistic production in a very Medici-esque way in addition to dressing their walls in a way that compliments the image they attempt to project of themselves.

A couple of years ago I had the opportunity to tour the home and art collection of Michael Gold. As he took a few of us around to show off the art, I couldn't help but notice how each piece evoked some memorable anecdote about the artist. A Martin Kersels piece bought out this story of how he first came across Martin's art, meeting the artist, and relating some of Martin's interests to some of the other artists who's work was on display.

It made me realize that art is the only thing left where one can actually meet the maker of the object. At the Apple store one can chat with a friendly and knowledgeable human being, but that person is a trope for the invisible Silicon Valley engineers and code typers, and all the Chinese labor that assemble the parts that litter the maple-veneer counters.

So the old Marxist saw about cost = labor + raw materials needs to be tossed out with the bathwater. The equation becomes more complicated when labor is moved to a country where middle-class earnings are below the developed world's by a factor of ten or more. Or where developed-world goods are not made by laborers, but by machines maintained by small number of operators.

In the 90's during the last real estate market crash, many of the deserted office buildings in downtown Los Angeles became home to banks and banks of computer servers. Property management companies loved having entire floors with only one or two human occupants: carpets never wear out and paper towel dispensers hardly ever need to be refilled.

Since little value comes from labor and materials, a new cost equation needs to be created. Perhaps cost = lifestyle enhancement + production subsidy + marketing. It would then stand to reason that the value from marketing artwork comes from the added cache of gallery and museum shows (with their attendant printed- and cyber-detritus). For a young artist starting out, having a nice and easy piece of ass associated with the work certainly can't hurt, as Tracy Enim and Terrance Koh have shown with their respective sexualities. Then there is the old-fashioned way of adding value, by making highly crafted, labor-intensive works of art.

I guess that leaves us non-young, non-hot, or non-painters in a bit of a lurch. The only recourse I can think of is to use that personal-connection-value-enhancement and seek out the rare collector who shares an interest in your content, and sell them work to subsidize your practice.

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December 21, 2007

Crummy Academic Art

There goes the the top of my head:

What's wrong with contemporary art? By staking out the extremes of artistic practice, it excludes much of the core, and thus excludes our ability to react and connect with our eyes, our hearts, our gut, and our minds. Emily Dickinson defined art's visceral effect this way: "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry."

Contemporary art is increasingly one-note rather than symphonic, emphasizing either cerebral or formal appeal. Instead of taking your head off, it'll have you nodding off or shaking your head in dismay.

...writes Carol Strickland in a three-part essay in the Christian Science Monitor. Part 1: The trouble with Western art today, Part 2: Does beauty still belong in art?, and Part 3: We get the art we deserve. She does a great job of laying out the great divide between form- and content-driven art by contrasting two retrospectives up right now in Manhattan: Martin Puryear's and Lawrence Weiner's.

I have to admit it was Hickey et al. writing in Art & Issues that incited my return to art after years of swimming in psychology. There's was art out there that trephinated my skull, but didn't throw out the critical thinking with the conceptual bathwater.

Strickland goes on:
If every age gets the art it deserves, the other trait – speculation – suggests rampant materialism.
For a new collector unwilling to do the heavy lifting of unpacking a conceptual work of art--and with cash burning a hole in his pocket--nothing says art like a painting. And because they ship flat like a knocked-down Ikea bookcase, it's what's for dinner if you're eating art at Art Basel Miami Beach:
Insanely high prices turn art into a commodity with buzz. Fads and hype trump quality and critical judgment. Gallerygoers flock to see name-brand artists whose works garner the highest prices. Often, they leave disappointed and skeptical.
I have to partially disagree with her assessment of digital works, though I do feel a connection to the personal can enhance the viewership of a work. If a work of art resonates with the viewer standing before it, that connection is singular. It stands to reason that that same kind of singular relationship would need to exist on the other end, when the work is realized. A work that epitomizes that for me is Andrea Bowers' Letters to an Army of Three. All the connections are one-to-one, between the letter writers, the readers in the video, Andrea, and the viewer. In the video, one doesn't have to see the artist's hand for the individual to come through.

So what do these three images have to do with the text? Knocking around in my head was Christopher Knight's comment on "crummy academic art," from my previous post. Although I knew the comment was pointed at every artist who dedicated themselves to earning a graduate degree, I couldn't help but think of the crummy stuff from the French Academy. Oddly, I could see a connection to some of Knight's selected painters, at least in their formal concerns. After reading Strickland, I thought of digital works that "knocked off the top of my head," and keeping with the naked lady theme, I included a still from a piece by another Andrea.

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December 19, 2007

Out of Breath

I can't help but feel that we're entering a new age of anti-intellectualism. From natural selection losing ground to preposterous theories of a created world, to an administration that either ignores or opposes scientific evidence, we are moving from a world that revels in its ability to portray the human form because it understands the underlying soft tissues and structures, to fearful huddled masses that are besieged by latter day Ostragoths, Visigoths, and Vandals.

The contemporary art world doesn't seem to be much different, as romantic notions of the artist seem to prevail over political or social content.

Since my mind tends to make seemingly random connections in an James Burke kind of way, I'll jump cut to my thoughts about Goddard's film and Michel's personification of Nietzsche's Gay Science:

"the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment is--to live dangerously. . .Be robbers and conquerors as long as you cannot be rulers and possessors. . ."
Michel is likable because he has style, but his content comes from Goddard. I think Warhol understood this best, giving art critics, historians, theorists, and curators a character to latch onto and romanticize, while the creator of content hid behind the curtain. The idea of an artist who "just paints" or "creates an imaginative sense of wondrous yearning," allows the viewer to have her visceral experience and stop right there. There's no need to examine the context of production or to bristle at the thought of an over-educated artist:
Colleges continued the slide toward offering studio doctorate programs for artists, ensuring more crummy academic art and perpetrating a professionalizing hoax on unsuspecting students. At least four programs exist, with CalArts and Rhode Island School of Design reportedly considering the plan.
From my understanding, the MFA as a terminal degree in art emerged around the same time as the Abstract Expressionists and the G.I. Bill. Folks from Heraclitus to Rochefoucauld knew that change is part of the process. I don't expect that the type of eduction invented sixty years ago will remain unchanged like a fly in amber anymore than I can expect artists to continue to slap paint on a surface like they did when artists first crawled into a cave.

Shit changes: adapt or become extinct.

Another example I could of used of the slide toward not-thinking at the beginning of this post would be the lack of fact-checking in the above quote. A simple call to the CalArts' dean by Christopher Knight, and he would have found out that considerations of Ph.D. in art are "way wrong."

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December 8, 2007

A Knight to Painting's Rescue


After his trip to the land of Dave Hickey, Christopher Knight seems to be possessed by the nostalgic demon that is painting. After reading the opening lines, I couldn't help but think the subject was one of my fellow CalArtians:

A student at one of Los Angeles' premier art schools recently asked a question that had been troubling her for some time. It surprised me.

Her problem was the dismissive, sometimes patronizing attitude toward painting her faculty and fellow students -- not all of them, but enough to notice -- regularly tossed her way... But constantly defending her desire to be a painter was beating her down.
I have trouble picturing Mr. Knight consoling an art student, as well as his turn to melodrama:
Part of my surprise came from a simple clash with daily experience: I see lots of new paintings in gallery and museum shows -- more than ever before. Doesn't she?

"When they sneer and say I'm foolish because painting is obsolete, I don't know what to say to them," she said, sighing.
Being one of those who questions painting, I would have to say that the discussions aren't about bashing painters and their medium. More precisely, the question I often pose is, "Why paint?" Simple enough.

It seems that for most of my colleagues the concept, idea, or interest comes before a decision about what media would best express it. If I'm upset about the war in Iraq, or want to self-indulgently express my feelings of despair, what would be the best way to turn my subject into an object? And what is it about painters that allow them to gloss over this simple but essential step?

Mr. Knight reports that he can't swing a dead cat without hitting a painting. It seems to me this resurgence says less about art and more about the art market. Paintings are flat, so they ship and display easily at art fairs where they can be unloaded on those who buy such things. Who wants to ship a torqued ellipse? Who wants to buy a performance? Galleries then pour money into museum shows for their artists, thereby stamping the work with the legitimacy of the non-profit white cube.

One can look back at Cabanel's Venus and Manet's Olympia, both painted in the same year. The acclaim of Cabanel's work by the Paris Salon and Monet's work today can be a cautionary tale to those artists who think money and art fairs have any correlation to lasting importance.

Christopher Knight goes on to provide a brief history of post-war art up to the present:
When California's deep recession of the early 1990s eased, galleries exploded across L.A. Now they number well into the triple digits. The number of painters, promising and accomplished, has likewise mushroomed.
I can understand how a booming economy increases the number of galleries, but how does it also increase the number of accomplished painters? Will their accomplishments evaporate then next time the art market goes bust?

CK's summary of Abstract Expressionism:
The triumph of American painting was actually a thrilling neighborhood affair with great public relations.
He then goes on to correlate the death of painting with the death of the New York art scene:
What actually was dying was not painting but its complement -- a provincial enslavement to the primacy of the New York School.
My take is that the primacy of the New York scene held on long after the so-called death of painting. Non-painters from Robert Smithson to Cindy Sherman were part of a vibrant New York scene. Likewise, art was being made in Los Angeles over the past forty years by painters and non-painters alike. In fact, when I think of iconic LA artists like David Hockney or Ed Ruscha, they are both well known for paintings and non-paintings, and picked the media appropriate for the task at hand. Unfortunately we live in a world where a painting sells for more than a photo collage, and both cost the same to ship to Art Basel Miami.

So is it the fall of the New York art scene or the rise of financial capital that corresponds to the recent mushrooming of painters? I expect everyone from Adam Smith to Karl Marx would take exception to Christopher Knight's rewriting of art history.
Unlike New York, Los Angeles never had an established reputation as a painting town. That might help to explain the abundance of painting now: Without history's heavy baggage, the field seems wide open -- ripe for the picking.
So how do you explain the abundance of painting in New York right now? Amnesia?

As a response to Knight and his touting of the LA Weekly biennial at Track 16, I'd like to posit Lance Fung's upcoming biennial for Site Santa Fe. Rather than taking painting and the art market as a given, Fung has proposed a biennial that draws concept and context to the front, and pushes the art market at arms length:
In response to Mr. Fung’s invitation, the partner institutions and the curatorial team have created a project with several singular attributes: 1) all emerging artists, 2) all of whom will be making new commissions, 3) all somehow SITE-inspired, and finally, 4) all temporary works of art.

The emerging artists range in age from their twenties through their sixties. All of the works will be created on site, and will presumably be informed by this specific locale, harking back to the first SITE Biennial tradition. Mr. Fung’s concept resists the notion of art as commodity in that the works will cease to exist after the close of the exhibition.
But then Mr. Fung doesn't have newspapers to sell.

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December 3, 2007

Chimps Outperform Humans in Memory Test




Perhaps if they gave out beer instead of bananas as a reward for completing the task, the college students would have done better.

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December 2, 2007

World AIDS Day - Free Condoms

Free Art/Condoms

The picture above is a scan I made today of an art project from earlier this year. It's part of a larger series where I took everyday objects and combined them with text taken from the MMPI. I had 250 of these produced by a condom manufacturer; they're real condoms, with an expiration date in 2011. If you can't find a use for it by then, my deepest sympathies.

If you're worried about sex, or you would just like to have a limited edition art object, send a self-addressed, stamped envelope to me at:
Michael Buitron
CalArts Box AB-01
24700 McBean Parkway
Valencia, CA 91355
Offer expires at the end of 2007 or when I run out of condoms, whichever comes first.

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