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Now 2 in 1! Artful Artless Art
Remember artist Mark Rothko, who once whistfully proclaimed, “Silence is so accurate”? Here he is with one of his “masterpieces”:
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Well, at least Rothko dealt in the world of the tangible. Our idiot elites have become zombies who fall for the “con” in art..
Published in CultureSalvatore Garau, an Italian trickster, produced a recent example of expensive non-art. His “immaterial” sculpture Io Sono (I Am) sold for $18,000. The piece does not exist. What the purchaser received for their money was the artiste’s word salad poor excuse for an explanation and a gen-u-ine “certificate of authenticity.” The patron must keep a five-foot-square space available for the nothing to be on display; fortunately, it does not require any special lighting or climate control. What a bargain.
There have been several notable cases where abstract paintings were mistakenly displayed upside-down.. Here is a famous example of a Matisse painting mistakenly hung upside-down for 47 days at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. The artist’s own son, who was an art dealer, did not even notice.
https://news.artnet.com/art-world/moma-hangs-matisse-upside-down-683900
My kids and I just watched that documentary on the big fraud perpetuated on the NY art scene with the fake Rothko’s and Pollack’s. With one of the fakes that was apparently a topic of lively debate, which way was up.
I saw nothing in those paintings any better or different than the work of the kids in the “teen lounge” at the hospital I used to volunteer at.
JosePluma, Local Man of Mystery @JosePluma 7:53 AM PDT ⋅ Jun 16, 2021
Most art, like most fashion, architecture, modern classical music and other elite pursuits, is mainly a scam to extract money from rich people.
Yup.
Speaking only about Art, I know it seems like most of it is a scam, but that is an illusion of our modern media. The vast amount of art that is sold and looked at in museums, is of the “beautiful” variety, whether or not it is representational or abstract. The reason that the crap art seems so pervasive is because it gets all the attention from news media. If a website wants to get more clicks on an Internet story, which of these titles do they display? “Happy Couple hangs Lovely Flower Painting in their Kitchen” or “Tin Can of Artist’s Poop Sells for $300,000.00”?
I’ve been to thousands of art shows and museums and I see what people buy and look at. I am happy to report that good old-fashioned beautiful art has never disappeared. It just doesn’t get any news coverage, so unless you are actually looking for it, you won’t notice. To be sure, the Modern Art World has some of the most hideous and offensive scams that drain money out of people who are either easily fooled or are just playing games with their superfluous lucre, but these are definitely in the minority.
One of my favorite stories in the book “The $12 Million stuffed Shark: The Curious Economics of Contemporary Art,” is about a husband and wife sitting at a Sotheby’s art auction in New York City. The gavel slams down for nearly one-million dollars on a revolting painting. The wife laughs and whispers to her husband “Who is the imbecile that spent a million dollars on that ugly piece of crap?” The husband sheepishly mutters “Um…..that was me.” (He was making silent bids)
Yes, I do mean you and your husband. I apologize for forgetting your profession, Caryn.
My lovely wife has a profession that is hard to define in one word. She asked me not to clarify, but since you brought it up – she is a lab researcher, epidemiologist, statistician, and author of scientific papers on microbiology, but has done work associated with nursing such as drawing blood, emergency room work, helped in surgeries, even pulled teeth! (She’s also a wonderful cook!)
He forgot the Air Force medic part. That’s where I got the aversion to being called “nurse.” I shouldn’t be so sensitive about it. Now I’m going to go take my husband to task for associating my ER work with nursing! Nurses (of the RN/BSN variety) don’t examine, diagnose, and prescribe treatment and certainly don’t DO minor surgeries, all of which military medics do routinely. Yes, nurses assist in the OR, as do some military medics, but I generally didn’t; also, nurses are officers and run the inpatient wards, while medics are enlisted and run the ED and outpatient clinics. There is also a thing about being trained at the PhD level and when mentioning being employed by an academic medical center being asked, “Oh, are you a nurse?” Why is that the presumption? Is it because I’m female? Yeah, it’s an issue. Sorry to slap at you, though; that just wasn’t nice, especially when you were complimenting my husband’s work. He is pretty darned impressive and you very kind to notice.
Too funny. I once went to a real estate open house in San Francisco. Late on the third day of a long weekend, so many, many people had been through. They had a framed Rothko reprint hanging sideways at the bottom of the staircase – you couldn’t miss it.
On the way out, I said to the hip, business-suit-wearing realtor “You know the Rothko downstairs is hanging sideways, right?” He slowly repeated those words back to me in confusion (“the Rothko downstairs. . . “) and looked at me like I was from outer space.
I would have been that realtor.
Well? Are you?
Ok, I admit it. I am. But even in my galaxy, we have Art History 101. :)
And I should clarify – I agree that most people wouldn’t know an upside-down Rothko from a sideways one, don’t care one way or the other, and have no particular reason to care. Fair enough.
But this was San Francisco and a multitude of San Franciscans had already been through the house and past the Rothko – for three days. My experience living in the Bay Area for twelve years was that residents of San Francisco, particularly, often seemed to hold themselves out as cosmopolitan sophisticates and to be snobby and unpleasant to outsiders.
I was always a little skeptical of San Francisco-style sophistication, so I took some confirmatory glee from the situation. But then, we do that on my planet.
Welcome to our planet, just the same! (Earth is a nice planet to visit, too, but you probably wouldn’t want to stay there.)