CollectorsArt.com
Kevin Temple has a thought-provoking article in this week's NOW Magazine. It's about a CollectorsArt.com art 'show' which happened last month at the Hudson's Bay Company. Y'know, the oil on canvas paintings that are the visual art equivalent of Muzak.
"From lively abstracts to classic florals full of rich color; from Tuscan landscapes to renditions of old masters, each painting is chosen for its exceptional value. Our keen eyed buyers travel the country and the world searching for quality art with a tenacity that can often be mistaken for obsession." quoth collectorsart.com.I'm searching for a refined way to say 'Bullshit!'. Temple strikes at the heart of the matter:
"To be fair, customers who want an oil painting but lack the confidence to march into a dauntingly hip commercial gallery and pick one out can relax with Collectors Art in the knowledge that: 1) they will not feel out of their element, and 2) the painting will match the drapes."Temple's second point doesn't hold up as all you need is the colour of any painting to match a room's colour scheme. His first point is all too true. It's hard for many people to tread the gallery's Sacred Ground, often not as lively and diverse as shown in the photo above. There is a definate snob factor present in many of the higher-end galleries which I attribute to:
- Mild tolerance for most visitors who are truly ignorant of art history and contemporary art.
- The huge gap between the number of visitors and potential buyers. Go to enough opening receptions and it becomes pretty obvious - to the discriminating eye ;) who's who.
- Trying to understand the academic speak of many artist statements written for art curators stuffed full of $5 words. Who wouldn't feel stupid reading those instruments of torture? "Bullshit boggles brains" goes the saying and was never truer than in the world of hustling art.
- The human psychological association of the snob pose with exclusivity and special privilege. For some art buyers, the snob factor helps to justify the price in the absence of reason.
2 Comments:
Great article.
You need more guys like this dude:
http://www.michael-denhertog.com/index.htm
Was trucking around Granville Island last Saturday and wandered into his studio. I think his stuff is awesome. Something about it just grabs me makes run through a slew of rationalizations of why $6,000 "isn't all THAT much" for a painting...
He was just standing in the back, working away. I told him I liked his work, and in return I received a genuine small and heart-felt "thanks". Made my whole day.
I think all that crap is for bored middle-class people who want to invest in art (in lieu of the other great middle class pastime to avoid staring into the existential void: rennovating your home). If you like it (and have the coin) buy it. Screw all the other bullshit. Simple.
About eight years ago I walked into a Granville St. (Vancouver) gallery on a whim. With a quick scan I was suddenly seized by this 4'x4' black abstract on a green/yellow field painting by Tyco. $1200. Short of robbing a bank I couldn't buy. I stood in front of that entity for at least 20 minites. The woman working there must have thought I was mad. It has possessed me ever since.
Isn't it amazing how the financial element (if you have the amount) is no concern when you're struck by art? Common sense is cast aside - perhaps a good thing - as a deep psychological connection is formed.
I misread your last paragraph, Rob, enjoying the thought that people acquired things in order to avoid starting into the existential void of themselves at middle age. I like your idea about art collection as diversion from the home (dream symbol for self?) through adornment to avoid rennovation (self adjustment). Art can help, but also hinder when seen as only an end, not a tool in aid of the self.
I'm reminded of the second commandment in Jewish faith: "You shall have no other gods besides Me... Do not make a sculpted image or any likeness of what is in the heavens above...".
Kind of like pointing at something and a dog only looks at the finger
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