the truth about art – it’s a fucking pain in the ass to go to an exhibit

You know it’s true.

It’s like shopping in a mall, walking and standing on hard floors looking at things while people and security look at you. Somewhat taxing as you are in a space that is supposed to look like you are looking and not know you are being looked at by salespeople, security and the occasional admirer.

Same pressure I think as standing in a gallery space where it’s only purpose is for you to look like you are looking at something. The attendant always knows if you get it the art or not, even if they aren’t looking at you. They know.

Getting to even few shows can involve significant travelling logistics. It’s a fierce lifestyle to visit a gallery even once a week.

Problem is much good art does not function outside of this kind of white cube space, and the kind of people and organizations that exhibit this kind of work will take the space where they can get it.

Problem is looking at pictures from home just does not cut either after a while. I’ll have to blitz the galleries next weekend.

What a pain in the ass but as with many things, often we don’t feel like to doing it but end up loving it.