If facebook was a bar, I wouldn’t go.
The bar would make money by lining the walls with LED billboards for things that are tangentially related to the places I was at before coming to the bar. The bar would be the only one that would have my friends and acquaintances, having years ago put all the other bars out of business. It would use that unique advantage to sell my presence to other interests.
They would only serves drinks that were based on other drinks I have had before.
Everytime I spoke it would be mic’d so the whole bar could hear. There is almost nothing I have to say that I want everyone I know to hear. Most form squads of silent judges.
This bar would be the sole arbiter of identification processes for other public places. When other shops and venues needed to verify who I am, they would promise not to put anything on my tab at the bar.
When something goes terribly wrong near where we live, it would become custom to check into the bar just to let everyone know we were ok, and that we’d be back at the bar soon.
If facebook was a bar, it would be so carefully designed that I feel compelled to check in even when I was just there. I would stop by in between all my other errands. There would always be another friend offering another drink.
Bars are great places to speak freely, to be uncomfortably honest in a zone of limited collective memory, to stand down our guards, and to be among those who will forgive our peculiarities and our faults. If facebook was a bar, I wouldn’t go.
A week ago I posted this on my facebook page:
There’s a fun new addition to my website. I now accept Bitcoin (BTC) and Ethereum (ETH) for art purchases. Most of my new work costs about 0.055 BTC or 0.95 ETH.
The comments were entirely sarcastic, “What about Monopoly money?”
My response, “I’ll have to check the exchange rate.”
Which made me ask, could I reasonable accept Monopoly money? Here was my response:
OK, so i checked it out. Monopoly retails for roughly $25, and each set comes with 15,140 MM (Monopoly Money), so each 1 MM is worth about 0.00165 USD. My new work would cost about 605,600 MM or 40 full banks of Monopoly Money. Logistically this is too burdensome, so at this time I can not accept Monopoly Money, and have no plans to do so in the future.
Looking out the windows at the Spring/Break art fair vernissage.
14 photos from the Women’s March in Washington D.C. 1/21/17. All photos by Michael Serafino.
Gagosian Gallery in Midtown put up about a billion dollars worth of nudes, mostly men painting women. Here are a few details from the fleshy romp through modern and contemporary figure painting.
What always surprises me when I’m lucky enough to get in front of a Currin is the brushyness of it. The old master technique is visible on the surface, not secretive at all.
The patina on this is stunning, lustrous. You could treat a bronze cast of a clod of dirt with it, and I’d be mesmerized. (A note of caution, I crushed my hand on the door handle going out to the roof deck. There’s not clearence for a hand to go between the handle and the door jam, rather odd really.)
The glass between the viewer and the art is always disappointing (Francis Bacon’s suffer similarly), but it makes sense as this work is likely worth 8 digits before the decimal. Get up close to the hands and feet before the guards yell at you, it’s worth a close look
This Cézanne is basically a detail in the show, it’s tiny and in a huge frame (I’ve cropped about half of it out). The clarity of this piece in person is remarkable, the brushstrokes are fractured, stitched together like a quilt made by a drunkard, but the overall effect is crystalline. I think this guy Cézanne knows what he’s doing, I’d like to sign up for the newsletter.
Another example of Currin’s subtle touch. His sexually explicit and provocative content provides a convenient excuse for the prudish art viewer to dismiss his genius. There’s probably not a greater figure painter working today than John Currin. His women are attenuated, extra-vertebraed impossibilities that are marvelous to behold even as a close inspection shows you they’re about to rip apart.