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Where everyone gets a bargin

Pseudo Damien Hirst at The Warehouse

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More from the randomiser

I have very little to say about art right now. However when clearing out old baby clothes I found 2 items that resembled Hirst dot paintings. You’d think clothing would lend its self more to random polka dots rather than rows al la Hirst – but there you go. I would have taken a photo but they are so faded that only the pink dots really stand out now.

Banksy takes on Hirst

I am feeling a bit over-whelmed at all the stuff I need to get rid of and I made the observation to a friend that I seem to imbue inanimate objects with emotional qualities. He wryly suggested that, that is what art is about. Ok – I concede that point, but you have draw the line somewhere at what particular objects you become emotionally attached to.

How can you resist a book that begins with this quote from Katherine Mansfield? “Dear Princess Bibesco, I am afraid you must stop writing these little love letters to my husband while he and I live together. It is one of the things that is not done in our world“. Having once had cause to make a similar comment about text messages, I think I know where she was coming from on that one. The book is of course “Uncommon Arrangements” and very good reading.

Finally I’ve been discussing via the comments the issue of blogger psuedonyms with John Hurrell. Having this kind of debate via comments is always tricky and I never seem to be able to convey my meaning very well. I am just hoping some more bloggers become involved. Good to see the comments from others already there.

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I’ve had a lot of questions answered in the last few days. So far, a highly entertaining , informative and readable take on the contemporary art market in The $12 Million Stuffed Shark has given me a good background to the Damien Hirst Heart and Dagger  fuss here, while I felt a little silly in the realisation that my personal goddess Nigella Lawson married THAT Saatchi (but oddly has her own house to relax and to hideout in). It also makes sense of the ridiculous prices paid for some works – equating the highest prices to just a few days salary for some of the buyers out there. Still the amounts discussed seem a little obscene (more on that in another post).

Also the whole Wellington public art issue and the corporate art bonus scheme was fully explained in “Wellington: A City for Sculpture” definitely worth a read and also makes some more sense of the proliferation of art works on the city streets. However I believe someone in planning needs to have this repeated to them “The aim should be to ensure that sculpture does not become a gratuitous and irrelevant embellishment to urban sites“. The book also reminded me of a time when my office on the Terrace looked out through Philip Trusttum’s “Northern Lights”

Further to my last post on guerilla art, the Wellington Sculpture book also had a section by Christina Barton on less sanctioned public art, particularly “Interventions City Reclamation Project” and Barry Thomas’ “Vacant Lot of Cabbages” (a brilliant piece IMHO). But also the official, “The Concrete Deal” in the James Smith Carpark, which I remember well, beautiful in its transient format . 

CK Stead’s Kin of Place certainly cuts to the chase and has inspired more of my writing on truths and untruths and “the lies that bind”. I love how many photos of Mr Stead are marvelously grumpy looking, but I have a soft spot for his writing due to early discovery of his poetry – “Scoria” encapsulating my Auckland experience at that time. His novel “All Visitors Ashore” also introduced me to a whole new NZ literary world.

Finally, over at Bookman Beattie he talks of Peter Simpson’s lecture on Colin McCahon, The Titirangi Years. “At the end Linda Tyler proved as good a questionner as she was in intoducing the speaker by asking (among other things) why McCahon the commuter never painted Auckland city or any part of it, or (and I thought this the question of the week) why did he never paint Rangitoto?”

My thoughts on this is maybe Rangitoto was too obvious, or too symmetrical (which is what I find irrittating about it). However my own landscape is dominated by an island and in talking to a local artist recently they said it was very hard to resist.

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Grumpy old woman

Warning – I am not having a good day…or week really. It didn’t get off to a good start today when I made a total fool of myself commenting on a widely-read blog. I am not linking – it was stupid and I should know better. Got me thinking about information overload though and also how much of the ‘conversation’ I have is web based, in fact far too much. Also reminded me of the pitfalls of having several identities and OpenIDs on the web.  I also almost posted something here from my alternative blog/journal because a mix up, and the details of my battles with my oven, my latest pumpkin soup recipe aren’t exactly ‘arty’. Although maybe my obsession with collecting 1960s pyrex could sneak through under ‘design’ though. Someoneiknow thinks I am Nigella Lawson in reverse which I am taking as a compliment even though it probably wasn’t.

So the art in all of this?  Some days it seems so futile. There is a lot about the art world that rankles me, mainly the monetary aspects and I find myself questioning the millions that some works go for at auction when they are so ephemeral. I keep thinking how much better the money could be spent and the ethics/priorities of people with that kind of money. On that level art is superficial and the politics of globalisation, poverty and sustainability seem overwhelming. On the other hand I take a lot of comfort from looking at and living with art. And this seems an incredibly white, middle classed and minority-world thing – but I guess that’s what I am – almost middle-aged even!

There are few drops in the ocean like this which make everyone feel better don’t they. “Rock star and humanitarian activist Bono and British artist Damien Hirst raised $42.5 million for HIV/AIDS relief in Africa at an unprecedented art auction Thursday in New York. Hirst’s piece entitled “Where There’s A Will, There’s A Way,” which uses fake pills to represent life-saving drugs for people in Africa, sold for $7.15 million.”

Where There’s A Will, There’s A Way –
Damien Hirst

I did read this today in my internet wanderings which was a lighter moment.
I am often asked ‘what exactly is art?’ I usually reply, ‘Well, that’s a good question, but i’m afraid you’re too stupid to understand the answerTo the average person, art is something they see on the lid of a box of mixed biscuits. To them, shackled in the yawning deserts of ignorance, a picture of a steam train and a jumping dog is the pinnacle of artistic achievement. To those of us who do not buy our rugs from Ikea, however, art is much more, in the same way that Mozart’s concertos are much more than the tinny rasp of a tramp sucking on a rusty harmonica.”

Mt Egmont Biscuit Tin

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