Monday, July 17, 2017

My Boring/Busy/Beautiful Life This Past Week, Part II

It’s mid-July. The concept of thinking about art is just about the furthest thing from my mind so instead I’m going to do another one of these things because it’s easy and I’m lazy and it’s mid-July.

Monday 10

Go to work. It's the first day for this summer program I am overseeing and I want to make sure everything goes smoothly. Everything seems fine. Listen in on the lecture class and impressed by the instructor. He is smart and doing a good job. Take a walk to the park mid afternoon. See a squirrel eating a peanut. Seems comical. Go to Prospect Park for a date. Walk in park. Talk to a guy who makes his own kites and is flying one really high in the air.  We talk about how I tried to make my own kite but it was structurally flawed. He gives me tips but I sort of stop paying attention because I can’t focus when people verbally tell me instructions. Lay in grass and watch sunset. Walk to get Mexican food. Scare myself and laugh like a dork about seeing shoes hidden behind a mattress. Get drink at a bar. Make out a little. Take car ride home and go to sleep.

Tuesday 11

Go to work. Feel tired but okay. Go to therapist and talk about nihilism more and my recent clip of depression. Go to the gym. Bad at going to the gym but feels like a beneficial thing to do. Go home and make myself a light dinner. Go to Greenpoint for friend’s birthday drinks. Get a quarter carafe of white wine and drink too quickly. Hit knee hard on the bench. Feel like I am talking too much but somehow can’t stop. Attractive guy is there that has a tattoo from a past relationship with a girl I know but didn’t know they dated. Seems fitting. We all go to another bar because the outside is closing. Bar is okay, empty. Drink more drinks. Talk more and then walk to the subway. Go home and shower. While in shower realize my IUD is not properly in. It’s my second IUD to fall out. ‘My fucking body wants me to be fucking impregnated,’ I think to myself. Feel pissed at the patriarchy.

Wednesday 12

Go to work. Actually pretty hung over. Surprise! Go to the OBGYN and feel physically not right, annoyed at life and my body. Doc says all seems okay but gives me some tests just to be sure. Go home early and contemplate my life choices. Clean apartment. Watch TV on the internet. Take multiple pictures of my cats throughout the evening and think, ‘my cats are my only friends,’ feel bleak but apathetic. Fall asleep at like 11pm.

Thursday 13

Wake up feeling physically better since slept like 10 hours. Go to work. Watch kids play chamber music in the park and a cute baby is dancing to it. Feel like life can be a-ok sometimes. Go to copy editing class. Not sure why I’m taking this class but somehow I find it interesting even if pointless in the big scheme of things. Meet date at Union Square. Go to a comedy show. Eat waffle fries and drinks beers while waiting for show to start. Watch comedy. Host is funny. Some comedians funnier that others. They all talk about their biographies in these very direct ways but I guess that makes sense. The last comic is very funny. He is gay and that’s a part of his shtick but in an interesting/different way. Take subway to my apartment. Hang out and sleep.

Friday 14

Off from work. Take cat to the vet. Cat cries the whole time there and back in the car. New vet, seems okay but little unhygienic vibes. They do blood work and also pop a cyst on his neck. The vet shows me the puss for some reason. Still is giving me the heebie-jeebies. Cat has a patch of hair missing on his neck from it. He is okay though. Go back home and eat some lunch and go to the food coop. Get groceries for dinner party. Take car back. Get in fight with driver because he started to drive away with my groceries but not me in the car. Literally chasing the car down the street. Pissed for like two minuets but then don’t care. Make another lunch cause I’m boss at life. Watch a few movies online. Supposed to get drinks with a friend but they haven’t messaged me about it and I’m sort chill with not doing anything that night so I don’t message them either. Finish reading Jean Rhys.

Saturday 15

Go to Essex Street Market and buy $70 worth of bronzino. Question my life choices. Go home and make breadcrumbs, and pasta with broccoli rabe. Guy I’m seeing comes over for lunch. Eat, hang out and then he leaves and I have to cook. Cook for 3 or so hours. Friend comes over to help set up table and chairs. Other dinner guests come. Twelve in total. Not sure why I’m throwing a dinner party. Make the fish, it’s a bit messy but seems good. Drink and talk. I definitely drink too much and when I throw dinner parties I can’t really eat so extra drunk and loud. At one point I think was giving some diatribe about leaders and followers. Reflecting back on it makes me cringe a bit. Not sure why I act like a Napoleon asshole sometimes. Go to friend’s roof/porch party next door. Everyone is very young. I drink and talk and I decide to leave after I drop my second drink while literally just standing and holding it. Know I will regret my life choices the next day.

Sunday 16

Incredibly hung over. Supposed to get brunch/lunch with friend but prey that he forgets. He doesn’t message so I’m like ‘thank god’ and I just lay in bed for 12 hours trying to recover. What I eat and drink to survive the day: Dorritos, Sprite, a peach, Indian snack mix, fake chicken nugget sandwich, pink lemonade, gallons of water, salami, cheese and crackers, dark chocolate. Have insomnia because by the time it’s bedtime I’m no longer hung over. Lay for a few hours in the dark contemplating my life choices.

Monday, July 10, 2017

The Flattening of Things

The other night I went to a party. I wasn’t invited directly but I was with someone who was and I knew most of the people there so it didn’t feel awkward. It was a loft party somewhere in Brooklyn. I already had a few drinks and we took a car so I really have no idea where it was but nonetheless it fit the Brooklyn loft vibe to a T.

There was chatter, drinks, and smoking on the fire escape but the main event was karaoke that was being projected on a large wall. People were singing and happy and doing their thing. I drank more and talked more and sang a song or two. It was basically all art people and it was a young crowd and everyone was very pleasant. All this should make one feel fine, but it didn’t.

Perhaps it was the one (three) drinks too many. Perhaps it is the general state of melancholy that I admit I am currently in, but I think it reflects something more than those things because there seems to be a pervasiveness of a certain type of feeling.

As I sat looking around me, at all those lovely faces and fun times, I felt a creeping emptiness. Not in a personal way, just in the scale of how things just sort of are way. It’s as if everything just flattened out and this room, the people, everything about it, just became a flat surface. It felt like some form of disembodiment, hovering above all this activity below but it just felt so blank.

I left without many goodbyes and over the next few days this feeling/sensation, has begun to overcome me.

Do you believe in coincidences? I’m not sure what that really means but the idea that things seem to line up in certain ways that seem to be giving you hints, clues, revelations of some truth or another. This has been happening since the night at the party and heightening the feeling that everything is just flat.

For example: there is a profile in the current issue of The New Yorker about a young tennis player, Nick Kyrgios, who could be one of the best the games has ever seen but he just doesn’t want to be. The article implies a type of mental lethargy for a sport that he doesn’t even seem to care all too much about, even though he obviously does. This article made me think about the concept of potential, how we are told and trained to optimize oneself, that this is the goal, but is it really? Kyrgios seems to be infected with some sort of antecedent bug and his act of deflecting his potential made me feel a similar feeling I had at the party.

Another example: I am mildly reading Peter Sloterdijk; Critique of Cynical Reason, wherein he tracts and opines about how the cynic, and thus cynicism has been become de facto and compounded.

Psychologically, present-day cynics can be understood as borderline meloncholics, who can keep their symptoms of depression under control and can remain more or less able to work. Indeed, this is the essential point in modern cynicism: the ability of its bearers to work – in spite of anything that might happen, and especially after anything that might happen.

Well if that isn’t me/us, I’m not sure what is. This idea of continuing, laboring, knowinglyeven without desire or pleasureis essentially what most of us are doing the bulk of our lives.

There are many more examples that I can give. Like the novel, Quartet by Jean Rhys that I somehow felt compelled to re-read this week because these characters embody a flat anxiety and nihilism that makes my skin crawl with familiarity. Or even today when I was observing a lecture on Aesthetics to high schoolers and Walter Benjamin was introduced and those ye old concepts of reproduction and the repetition means more then just technological processes but also the articulation of reduction in self and perception.

This is all a bit gloomy I know but this seems to be what is floating in the ozone at the moment. It’s like this haze of bored, apathetic misanthropy that has out served its uses and all we have is a bag of blah-blah cliché. Even critique and judgment has lost its fun.

Is anyone else feeling this way too? Perhaps it's the absurdity of politics, or perhaps it's the final veils being brushed aside. I’m not sure why or where or how long this feeling will persist but doesn’t it just feel like everything is too flat and revealed? The illusion is what we all agreed to. But what do we have left when even that is stripped?

This feeling probably has a lot to do with my personal chemical levels but I don't think entirely. I feel like a lot of people are feeling this weird thing. I know art sure seems to have been infected with it. There is something around the corner, I can feel it. I just hope it’s not a boring ass abyss.

Pazazz, Pazazz, that’s what we need.

Monday, July 3, 2017

We Hold These Truths To Be Self-Evident

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. It is the day most of us go to barbecues, hang out with family or friends, and go to the beach or a park, to grill, drink cold drinks and relax into summer.

It is also the day America declared its independence against British rule. That herein named treaties signed in 1776 is a fundamental foundation of what this country was, is, and can become.

Of course this document is flawed. In two hundred and forty years much has changed and the beginnings of this nation were deeply fraught, unjust and complex but even though it is not a perfect document, it still deeply matters and it is eerily prescient for our current times.

If you have not read this text ever, or for some time, I ask you read it now—between picnics, fireworks, or your next beer. Read it with criticality but also with appreciation. This country has always been at crossroads and now we find ourselves there again. Perhaps this text can be not only a historic document but also a guide to remind us what this nation was founded on and the possibilities that it can become.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

New Hampshire:
Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton
John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry
Rhode Island:
Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery
Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott
New York:
William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris
New Jersey:
Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark
Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross
Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean
Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton
George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton
North Carolina:
William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn
South Carolina:
Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton
Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton

Monday, June 26, 2017

My Boring/Busy/Beautiful Life This Past Week


Does anyone still read this thing? Ugggg, anyways here we find ourselves again. It’s Monday and the days and weeks and months seem to keep clipping by and here’s little old me just bashing my head and fingers yet again. I have been seriously thinking about stopping this project of mineblogging every damn Mondaybut for some reason I keep doing it. God help us all.

Anyways, thinking about what to write today, I have nothing, so instead I will do a quick recap of my life this past week. Read on if you care, if not, fine with me as well.

Monday 19

Went to work. It was raining a lot so I tried to evade a small dinner party I was hosting but that didn’t work so people came over and we had food. I made basically vegan food and there wasn’t really enough but everyone was polite and said it was fine. We drank wine and beer and I felt a bit underwhelming so I was less talkative then usual but still pretty chatty. Nice group of people, don’t remember what we talked about. Oh yes, Ai Weiwei for a bit but then I don't remember too much else. Oh, yes TV shows and how I don’t like to talk about TV shows in certain ways, it’s like talking about the weather for too long, but ya, we talked about TV shows a lot I guess.

Tuesday 20

Went to work. Went to my therapist around noon and didn’t feel like talking but by the end I was explaining to him how being objectified (since birth) makes is utterly impossible to not be defensive and well, pissed, a lot of the time. He seemed to get it but being a good doctor he was trying to convince me on how I could react differently towards all that but I was in a ‘fuck it’ mood so I agreed to disagree but it was a respectful conversation. Went home, cleaned my apartment a lot, made myself a giant bowl of guacamole and read Chekhov and chilled with my cats.

Wednesday 21

Went to work. It was hot so I walked around the East Village to take a break at work. Met up with a guy at Tompkins Square Park at 6pm. We climbed the fence and played cards and ate Japanese snacks. We went to Niagara bar where my friend was working and I had wine and he had tequila and water. A big group of people came in all at once. They were actors. The guy and I talked but I could tell there wasn’t anything really there. I told him this politely and he agreed. We left and awkwardly said bye. Like just turned away from each other. This made me feel sad even though I knew it was the best thing. Texted some friends. Went home and talked to my friend on Messenger and felt better.

Thursday 22

Went to work. Did studio visits for most of the day for a program through work. One of the artists cried but I don't think it was because of me (I hope). I think she was feeling overwhelmed with life/art in general. I felt bad but also didn’t understand why it was happening. Had a difficult phone conversation about another project. Was very upset for a few hours. Meditated to chill out. Went home and made myself a lavish dinner, watched TV on the Internet, read Chekhov.

Friday 23

Off from work. Went to the food Co-op to do make up hours. Worked and then shopped. Came home around 3pm. Made myself a very pretty caprese salad. Ate it too fast. Business partner and I made a tough decision and felt nervous and upset about it. Laid down until friend arrived. Friend arrived and we ate strawberries, drank beer and recorded a podcast. The podcast turned out bad because the mic was being weird. We will have to re-due. Felt a bit defeated but meh. Convince friend to come to opening with me. Go to gallery opening. It’s early so not too many people. Show is good. Talk to friends. Sit in the back and spray bug spray. Basically sit in the same spot for 3+ hours. I feel old but I don’t care. Drink too much. Go to the after party at a bar near opening. Drink and talk and feel bored. Leave without saying goodbye. Take car home, eat leftover pasta, text people, pass out around 2am.

Saturday 24

Hung over. Chill in bed with cats and watch TV for a few hours. Go next door to see friend to talk about tattoo. Both of us are low key too tired so we don’t do tattoo. Leave and go back on my bed to chill. Get ready to go out around 6pm. Meeting a guy at a bar for drinks. Arrive little late, hot and flustered. Drink some drinks. Go to a friend’s birthday party, guy comes with. Talk to friends, chat and drink. Put lots of temporary tattoos on self and others. Leave party, guy still with me but I’m over it. Get a nightcap because I don’t want to totally diss him. Go home, wish I talked to my friends more then boring guy at party.

Sunday 25

Hung over. Get up and force myself to go to the beach so I don’t feel like a life reject. Train takes forever. Pop into friend’s place to say hi to his cat. A guy I don’t know is there. I think he is on drugs. He is chirpy but a bit off. He offers me, acid, mushrooms, ketamine, weed, and cannabis oil. I say no thank you. I leave, feel weird. Lay on beach, touch water, eat food. Leave after a few hours. Make a basil and tomato salad. Watch Mommy Dead and Dearest documentary. Friend picks me up to go to an opening. Feel totally fried. It’s on a roof; the show is good for a roof show. Talk to people, say hi, congratulations etc. Feel physically terrible. Leave after an hour or so, feel guilty wasn’t in a more present state of mind to talk to friends. Swear to self (again) to drink less. Make some asparagus and rice and finish watching documentary. Stomach ache, read Chekhov and go to sleep.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Robert Rauschenberg – Friends, Lovers and Art

Short Circuit, with open doors, featuring a Susan Weil painting and Elaine Sturtevant’s reproduction of a Jasper Johns flag.

There is an extensive retrospective of Robert Rauschenberg’s work currently on view at MoMA, entitled, Robert Rauschenberg: Among Friends. As the title suggests, the show accentuates the relationships that he had during his many decades as an artist and how those relationships influenced and enabled his collaborative envisioning of art practice.

This premise is a bit complicating because it makes you think that perhaps they, the curators, wanted to explain the variety and limits of Rauschenberg’s art. Surveying over sixty years and including two hundred plus works, this show is a bit exhaustive and the ties to ‘friends’ is perhaps a convenient way to string it all together. There might also be something more disagreeable to this linkage since lucky for Rauschenberg (or perhaps not), these ‘friends’ of his are the cream of the art crop.

Biography, biography, such a ghastly beast of a thing but it so truly does make the person and here the relationships, nay, lovers, which Rauschenberg had, connote and reveal many things. He was married to Susan Weil (had one son with her), divorced and then had relationships with Cy Twomby and Jasper Johns. All were artists and Twombly and Johns are 100% art thoroughbreds.

The show, through wall text, spells these relationships out and just in case you missed the point it also includes collaborations with said artists as well as stand-alone works. You see a Johns next to one of Rauschenberg’s works from the same period and to no one’s surprise you see how they relate. It’s like an I Spy of sorts and while amusing; it is also a bit befuddling.

Everyone can agree that Rauschenberg is Rauschenberg in the mid 1950’s when his Combines and aesthetic touch seemed solely his own. When you see the works during this period you don’t care who influenced them but rather are glad they got a chance to exist and agree that he belongs to this pantheon of American Art. The colors, forms, and repetitions of delighted choices and assemblage give everlasting and individual weight. I never realized how much he focused on the idea of passage. Doors, ladders, even bed sheets feel like devices of entering, leaving, and escape.

As the show precedes you see how collaborative he was and how far that network reached. Performances, dance, stage, science (the mud piece is wild and funny), politics, pop art, printmaking, music, kinetics, it’s an everything and the kitchen sink sort of art making.

Today, this might feel familiar as artists are encouraged, nearly demanded, to be interdisciplinary but I can imagine the scattered mélange it might have felt like when he first endeavored it. Most artists might not have gotten away with this sort of practice in his day but he did because frankly he was Rauschenberg.

When I say Rauschenberg I mean both the man and also the idea of the man. This is what I find very interesting about this show and its overt connections to his circle of ‘friends.’ Through the relationships that he had in his private life he was given not only access but also a permission to expand in otherwise unwieldy ways. The people that he collaborated with were at the very top, the most professionalized avant-gardes of their day. This made/makes everything/anything that any of them did or do important, archival, and seemingly necessary.

Are they all really all those things though? No, but because they have this constellation of peers who are the stars of their respective fields, this is their default historicization. This to me is depressing because it conditions art practice and history through the promotion of entitlement and a stacked distributions of privileges. But reality forces one to surrender. It is the way things work.

Let’s jump into the present re: relationships and art. Today, as it was in Rauschenberg’s time, relationships (close friends and lovers), that one has in the art world is utterly entwined and integral to one’s successes and opportunities. Anyone who has been in the art worldeven for a short timesees these connections. Jobs, money, esteem, and access are all valved through the status and station that you and those around you have. This is true for nearly all industries and the nature of the why and how of it is understandable but there is a overwhelming silence in the art world to reveal this truth.

Another name for this type of behavior is ‘networking’ but god forbid the art world call it that, we are entirely too uncorporate to do that, but that is what it is. I’m not complaining about it but I find it delusional to pretend otherwise. The power of relationships, especially intimate ones, are very very powerful and have very real consequences. This I accept but what I don’t is how these consequences become institutionalized, become nepotistic, and become the foundations for movements and markets.

I do not bring up Rauschenberg nor his show to dissemble the artist or the sprit of his practice, those things stand up on their own right and deservedly so, but I do want to point out this other subtext because it is important to understand why we find ourselves where we are in thinking, talking and learning about art.  

Transparency, collaboration, love, influence. All these things can share the same messy bed with each other and hopefully there will be others who follow the aspirations of Rauschenberg but without always needing all those lovers and friends so tightly entwined.