Broad got broadsided


Are you allowed to say bitch-slapped in today’s PC parlance? Well Eli Broad got broadsided by Roberta Smith’s critic’s notebook in yesterday’s Times. And though I am LA illiterate (and film, avoid easy art jokes) and don’t know much of the situation there altogether, Roberta’s hatchet seemed to be after a castrated, de-board-ed-Broard stripped of participation from the Museum of Contemporary Art altogether.

Jeffrey Deitch on the other hand, appeared to get just a little spanking by comparison but it seems the implication is that he should re-install himself in a commercial gallery where he belongs and fast. Bet he longs for it to after such a public, prolonged and international tarring and feathering. That can’t be much fun. As for the museum being great but living beyond its means, they ain’t alone, we all suffer from that to some extent or another or there would be no deficits politically or personally. Not to mention mine.

G-O-D, I’m a Believer: Kolumba in Cologne

Kruzifix aus dem Rheinland der 2. Hälfte 12. Jahrhunderts, zu sehen im Kolumba
Kruzifix aus dem Rheinland der 2. Hälfte 12. Jahrhunderts, zu sehen im Kolumba

I am not one for religion (or politics, much) and even less for art and religion. Worse than drinking and driving, Sonny and Cher, art and money, blah blah, but there is always an incongruity and here we have it in the extreme—the Kolumba (diocesan) museum in Cologne. Curated and administered under the auspices of the church, yes that church, they have one hell of an inspiring (kick ass even) Paul Thek collection (see pictures here). Brave for MoMA NY, but way beyond even their scope and foresight, this was a revelation, a moment of sheer joy, glory and pontification (shoot me) not on god or a deity (that too) but on the profane reach and possibility of art to effect us, and touch something even deeper.

I realize how cheesy I sound and I apologize. Paul Thek cements the very moment between life and death, the hair-thin line between being alive and the alternative. He sees past our everyday plight and blight and looks at the planet from another vantage point, literally, and philosophically. Thek was a poet, painter, sculptor, and creator of all things strange, wonderful, meaningful and beguiling. His body of work was a hodgepodge of epic proportions, sadly, sadly for the artist himself, it was no easy life or career, cut short by an untimely death from AIDS in 1988 at 53 when whole communities were wiped.   ... weiterlesen

Met buys a David for $840

 Jacques-Louis David "The Death of Socrates"
Jacques-Louis David "The Death of Socrates"

There are so many gripes about how the market is exclusionary and out of control, that you cannot participate for less than exorbitant sums; well, how about a mere $840.00 for a David? If that isn’t accessible, what is? You just need to do a bit of homework, make a little leap and throw in a measure of luck.  ... weiterlesen

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