I have always felt a certain ambivalence towards Art Faires - probably growing up next to Laguna Beach and seeing the Sawdust Festival and the And the rows of galleries with their palette knife sea-scapes and murky watercolors of a gull on a piling. And yet, i must admit to a morbid fascination...all the surreal quality of a bazaar with all the merchandise switched for imaginary items - uselessness by the acre - Kitsch punctuated by Fine Art, blender on liquify, you decide, the customer knows best, business is good. Now that the pay-to-play international art market and all it's obsequious machinery have pounced on them as a way to outsource their brick and mortar commitments and stir the hornets nest of commerce...I actually find myself longing for the naivete of my formative crapfests - It was certainly the first time the difference between craftsmanship, design, and conceptual aesthetics became sharply defined for me ... So i'm not slagging too hard on the institution. My friends who know say : Fuck Art Fairs By the way setting up for one of these booths is hard work! !slideshow_deploy!
The local Artwalk - as usual, it's far more work than you expect - but this one looked really fun! All my favorite people dropped by, and the weather was perfect ! (as usual)