The Sucking Sound that is Summer
If you're an artist who cares and looking for random self-abuse take in an opening at 111 Minna. Because nothing says kick me in the nuts and spit on the back of my head than trying to see the show there.
Why go then, you say, well it’s all about definitions and the fact that they really aren’t given to you. Let’s face it 111 Minna is not a gallery, not a project space, it’s basically a magazine full of illustrations. While I’m not referring to the Juxtapose related style of illustration and cartoon pathos normally featured there I actually mean the experience itself.
…Yeah like there’s art on the walls and artists in attendance but there’s plenty of beer, coke and even some band that sound like the retarded Irish version of the Spacemen 3. Not bad just different.
It’s a real fucking bummer to walk down there and have the bouncer yell “get off the sidewalk” in your face and then crawl through a drunken crowd to try to view the art from 6 inches away while the spotlight glares in your eyes. Don’t get me wrong I can look at art drench in beer or some drug amidst a crowd, but what is the fucking point? Money and cachet of course, maybe a better class of pussy comes through the doors that will buy some art if not a couple lines. If given the option of hanging out at some pub vs 111 Minna I guess I would hang at 111, not because there’s art on the walls but because there isn’t a game blaring on the TV and a better chance to hang out with a nice piece of ass. It’s all about context I guess.
Last nights opening was for a good cause. I don’t know how good but when art serves other masters like those bullshit Hearts of San Francisco I could care less. Why should art serve the community when the public could really give a rat’s ass about the creative process. Why give money to keep people alive when all they do is smog up the whole fucking deal anyway and not buy or appreciate an artists work.
Ok, that’s my rant for today…
The season is upon us… let the Summer shows begin.
