-- By Tom Phillips
|Nicholas Galanin: "White Noise: American Prayer Rug"|
Writers who cover Art are much more glamorous than we ordinary journalists; I noticed lots of leather and leopard-skin on women at the Whitney Biennial press preview. (Faux, naturellement, but expensive.) Two scribes were chatting in the row behind me as we awaited the news conference. I didn't turn around, but took these notes:
Says the one: You know, I skipped the War-hole (Warhol) show. I skipped it because I just don't like him. It seems to me he represents all that's worst about us -- the commercialism, the celebrity, sensationalism. Enough of War-hole, I say, let's move on!
Her friend agrees heartily, calling Andy Warhol the "father of Jeff Koons and Damien Hirst." They move on. Says the one:
-- Someone asked me to write an article about art collecting. I don't want to do it because I don't believe in collecting art.
Says her friend: But you're a collector yourself!
-- Oh no, I'm not a collector. I inherited most of my art. I mean, if I see something I like and there's room on my wall -- which there isn't! -- I'll buy it. But that's not collecting.
Her daughter is a senior at an ultra-prestigious Ivy League college, where she's working on the student newspaper. She told her mother she was thinking of going into journalism. Her mom's reaction:
-- I told her, I said: Over my dead body are you going into journalism!
Just sayin' ...
--- Copyright 2019 by Tom Phillips
|Curran Hatleberg: "Dominoes"|