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Art Fair Week Highlights

Despite having been determined and compulsively excited to catch the dozen art fairs that hit town this past weekend I only managed to catch a couple. Perhaps it was being insanely busy with work, perhaps I stopped caring a little bit, perhaps it’s just not worth the hype anymore. Whatever the case I walked away with some (un)sound thoughts:

The Armory Show sucked. Considering all the glitz and sheer volume of participating galleries there was literally NOTHING that interested me. Talk about disappointment!! OK, if I HAD to pick ONE artist that was in the slightest bit intriguing and not as easily dismissible it’d have to be duo Simmons & Burke who creates meta digital collages culled from hundreds of thousands of images from the interwebs. It’s chaotic, dirty, and representative of the state of my brain online.

Independent provided much relief and hope. That all is not lost in the art world, that good art (for lack of a better term) DOES exist and there certainly are people out there who know what they’re doing. The space was open and complimented by natural light with little compartmentalizing. There were sculptures and installations galore and there was no work going out of its way to garner attention. Except for maybe the giant swing made out of what looked like personal debris from an occupy wall street protester.

I found the above installation view of the old Dia building’s whitewashed brick wall & industrial window too fitting with a shaded white painting by Sam Windett.

Volta was mediocre at best. A lot of paintings and drawings, none of which really drew me in deep. The most niftiest booth prize goes to the folks who presented ipads on pedestals with sound inducing apps hooked on to old school boomboxes. It was playful, interactive, refreshing, and very new. It offered a nice change in scenery from the often stifling stillness of art.

The last few years I’ve listed all the images I took in a post. This year I’ll keep them all in a flickr set and not describe my reactions to them individually. Call me lazy but I think they’re all pretty self-explanatory and the ones I think were worthy to mention here I have done so…yea.

You can find a full set of images from the fairs on my flickr page.

I didn’t take any pictures from Fountain Art Fair because my eyes just about threw up and I couldn’t bare being in that space for too long. It was awful! I think it showcased the worst of the NY art world, especially the emerging art scene in Brooklyn. Otherwise the booths were outcasts from Kingston and Korea. There was a little Korea town set up in one corner of the Armory and it baffled me. The fair showcased the worst of the worst: gutterpunk spraypainted street art resembling paintings of half naked girls with pierced nipples, frivolous flimsy abstract paintings in pastel shades of blue and pink, walk in sculptures made of cardboard box cutouts with shot glasses and empty liquor bottles, live painting of a van, free beer in red plastic cups, walls lit in studio clamp lights hanging off a grid of 2×4′s. I’ve seen it all.

This year I’ve learned the importance of curating your roster of galleries and the people behind them when producing an art fair. I also learned how important presentation and viewing experience really is. I love that Volta provides printed material for all participating galleries. It creates uniformity. I hate that Fountain couldn’t do better with lighting, install, signage. I loved Independent’s use of vinyls along the vertical edges of walls. I loved their curation. I walk away this year taking notes in preparation of my own art fair. It’s coming.

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Armory Arts Week: Independent

Independent Outcast

As I’ve mentioned in the first Armory Arts Week post, I found Independent to be less than inspiring. There was great anticipation and nothing but unconditional support for this alternative art fair, organized by Elizabeth Dee and her posse. I very much looked forward to the relief of a fair that didn’t reflect gaudy flea market environments and money hoarding monster gallerists and snotfaced gazers. I looked forward to an alternative that was nourishing, conceptual, collaborative and warm. A looked forward to the welcoming of community building and working togetherness which is much lacking in the art world, the cold and harsh art world.

The effort was there, no doubt about it. But alas, I walked out of Independent confused and disappointed, shivering with the brevity, exclusivity, and brashness I felt meandering through the floors of the coveted old Dia building. The biggest issue I had was the open arrangement. It’s an ingenious idea that should more or less make sense. But it was near impossible to navigate. Which work belonged to which artist belonged to which gallery was a constant puzzle I found no solution to. It a mumbo jumbo hectic arrangement where some wall labels pointed to nothing but a bare white wall and others where works bore no labels.

I’m convinced I just might not be educated enough, cool enough, hip enough, “in” enough to “get” this art fair. It’s definitely something that one needs to “get”. Another big issue I had were the works themselves. Nearly everything was black, white, metallic, mirrored, abstract, minimal, colorless, boxy, and square. It was a bleak and somber experience and I am so sorry to say I don’t miss it one bit.

The only pleasurable moment was when a dude stood inches away from Jeppe Hein’s mirror piece and literally started to pop his pimple. This is how oblivious art world people are to their surroundings (sometimes). And then there was a little kid who put his hands on the mirror stopping its rotation for a slight second. The gallerist jumped out of his chair (and his pants) and made the most inexplicable face and was scorning the boy under his breath for minutes on end. This kind of snotty energy is exactly what I hoped wouldn’t be present at Independent.

And I’m sure there may or may not be folks who will disapprove of my cold shoulder towards Independent. I welcome your perspective if only to please prove me wrong.

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