Confessions of an Art Lover with a Grudge
Look, I’ve been in this game for over two decades. Started back in ’98 at a tiny gallery in Seattle. Remember when art was… I dunno, *real*? Then again, I’m that guy who still thinks vinyl sounds better than streaming.
But here’s the thing: I’m a sucker for modern art. The stuff that makes you tilt your head and go, “What the actual hell?” Yeah, that. I’ve seen it all, from the “I could’ve done that” pieces to the ones that make you question your entire existence. And honestly? I’m here for it.
That Time I Met Marcus (And He Changed My Mind)
Okay, so last Tuesday, I was at this conference in Austin. Met this guy, let’s call him Marcus. He’s this young, punk-ass curator with a nose ring and a attitude problem. We got into it over a piece by some artist I’d never heard of.
“It’s just a bunch of lines,” I told him. “What’s the big deal?”
He looked at me like I’d just insulted his mom. “It’s about the space between the lines,” he said. “It’s about what you *don’t* see.”
Which… yeah. Fair enough. I mean, I still don’t get it completely, but that’s the thing about modern art, right? It’s not about getting it. It’s about feeling it. Or not feeling it. Or feeling like you’re an idiot for not feeling it.
The Great White Wall Problem
Here’s what pisses me off, though. Galleries. They’re all the same. White walls, white floors, white people standing around looking important. It’s like they’re trying to make art feel like a hospital. Cold. Sterile. Unapproachable.
I remember this one time, back in ’04, I was at an opening in New York. Some big-shot artist had turned the whole space into a giant installation. It was amazing. But the gallery? They had these stupid little ropes everywhere, like we were cattle. “Don’t touch,” “Don’t breathe,” “Don’t *exist* unless you’re buying something.”
And that’s when I realized: galleries aren’t for art. They’re for selling art. And that’s a whole other can of worms.
Art Should Be Messy
Art isn’t about perfection. It’s about *commitment*. (See? Even my typos are artistic.) It’s about taking a risk, putting something out there that might suck, and being okay with that. Because guess what? Most art *does* suck. At least at first.
I had this friend, Dave. He was a painter. Big guy, big beard, big ego. He’d spend hours on a piece, then scrap the whole thing and start over. “It’s not working,” he’d say. “I can feel it.”
And that’s the thing. You gotta trust your gut. Even if your gut is wrong. Even if your gut is a lying, cheating bastard who leads you down the wrong path 90% of the time. You gotta trust it anyway.
Digital Art: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
Now, don’t even get me started on digital art. I mean, I get it. Technology is amazing. You can do things now that would’ve taken years back in the day. But sometimes, I think we’ve lost something. The *physicality* of art. The way a brush feels in your hand. The way paint smells. The way you can screw up completley and have to start over.
But hey, that’s just me. I’m old. I’m outdated. I’m probably gonna die alone surrounded by my vinyl records and my tubes of oil paint. But you know what? At least I’ll die happy.
So What’s the Point?
I don’t know. I guess the point is, art is subjective. It’s personal. It’s messy. And that’s what makes it great. Whether you’re into traditional stuff or modern crap, whether you’re a gallery snob or a street art rebel, whether you’re a painter, a sculptor, a photographer, or just some schmuck who likes to doodle on napkins, art is for everyone.
And if you don’t like it? Well, that’s okay too. Because art isn’t about liking. It’s about *feeling*. And if you’re not feeling it, that’s a feeling too.
Look, I’m not saying I have all the answers. I’m not saying I even have *some* of the answers. But I *am* saying this: art matters. It matters more than we give it credit for. So go out there. Find something that makes you feel something. And if you can’t find it, make it yourself.
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About the Author: Sarah “Sare” Mitchell has been a senior editor at various arts and culture magazines for over 20 years. She currently lives in Portland with her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and spends her free time complaining about the lack of good coffee shops and the overabundance of hipsters.
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