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Social media addicts: Join me for a Whitney Biennial Twitter Tour.


Just think of the TwitPic possibilities: Thomas Houseago’s Baby, at the Whitney Biennial. (Photo by C-M.)

Hey Folks:

The powers-that-be at the Whitney Museum are conducting a little art-meets-social-media experiment which I’m a part of. On Tuesday, March 23, the museum will organize a private tour (led by co-curator Gary Carrion-Murayari) of the Biennial in conjunction with WNYC — specifically for social media addicts.

In attendance as a special guest, will be Jeffrey Inscho, of the Mattress Factory, who helped develop the Is This Art? iPhone app!!

You can sign up over at WNYC’s website. There are eight slots available! Please join us for some informative, arty fun — which may or may not involve drinking cold beer after the tour is over.

xox,
C.

P.S. If you’re wondering what the tour’s gonna be like, here’s a short preview video. (Thank you, Douglas.)

Calendar. 02.25.10.


Self Immolation in Afghanistan: A Cry For Help, by Stephanie Sinclair. Part of 2010, the Whitney Biennial, opening today in NYC. (Image courtesy of the Whitney Museum.)

Whitney Biennial-palooza gets rolling!!!


Biennial artoon by Pablo Helguera.

The Whitney Museum has announced the artists that will be participating in next February’s Biennial…with a beautifully nerd-arrific video (which I can’t get enough of). Which means it’s time to cue the Greek chorus!! On today’s line-up: the New York Times‘s Carol Vogel comments on the shrinking nature of the biennial, Art Fag City goes after the weird juxtapositions, New York Mag‘s Saltz-master writes about the chick factor, Two Coats of Paint talks paint, and ArtNet‘s Charlie Finch does his Charlie Finch thing.

You can find my two cents over at WNYC (pleasepleaseplease click through). A teaser: it involves references to pretentious artspeak, garbage and quarterbacks. Feel free to leave lots of comments telling me how clueless I am.

Want to see what the heck everyone’s talking about? The World’s Best Ever has put together a very helpful slideshow of the artists selected for the show.

The week in coma-inducing artspeak.

Blah Blah blah by Skewville
Blah blah blah by Skewville. (Photo by C-M.)

There’s been an interesting debate picking up on online about one of my favorite subjects (in addition to Star Wars and burritos): coma-inducing artspeak. It started on March 28th, with a post by Carol Diehl at ArtVent, who quoted, at random, from the publicity materials from the Whitney Biennial. It’s an absolutely delicious paean to impenetrable art prose, including eye-crossing delights such as:

…It is the problematizing of expectations and formalisms through destruction and transformations that is the heart of the continuing project…

And:

…Bove’s “settings” draw on the style, and substance, of certain time-specific materials to resuscitate their referential possibilities, to pull them out of historical stasis and return them to active symbolic duty…

A number of bloggers have since picked up on the post. Tyler Green at Modern Notes asked if there isn’t someone at art museums who occasionally wonders, “Is this the best we can do in communicating with our audience?” Richard Lacayo at Looking Around put together a thoughtful essay that examined why all of this turgid prose exists in the first place:

…the industrial strength rhetoric of so much museum writing is also, I suspect, a defense against anxiety by curators and catalogue essay writers afraid simply to say aloud and in plain English what they suppose the work might be getting at. What if they get it wrong? Better to fall back on clichés that stand in for thought without furthering it.

He also, in what was clearly a humorous riposte, suggested banning words such as “problematize” and “transgressive” from the art writer’s arsenal.

Now, art critic Catherine Spaeth has weighed in on the phenomenon, admitting that she, too, sometimes falls into the jargon trap:

I try to convey in ordinary language thoughts that are difficult to express, and know that I’m guilty of falling into a shorthand academicism or two. I can usually feel this as it happens – poorly used academicisms can snag thought and suspend it from a hook, leaving it to hang there without any opportunity to be in its own mobility. If I feel such a snag I reach for words that arise from the ignorance and generosity of description. What appear are no longer academicisms but opportunisms – repetitions and resonances that emerge from description and course through an essay with their own force. I am wary of these as well, but as opportunisms they are already sticking much more closely to the object at hand.

(Glad that’s been cleared up…) She also writes that she was infuriated by Lacayo’s “call for censorship.” And that “blogger culture lends itself to an anti-intellectualism that has a way of raising its heads in a gang, and that such a self-congratulating posse is not a good thing for arts writing.” Art writing, she posits, is part of an intellectual school of thought that isn’t always supposed to be a quick and easy read.

I can’t speak for any other bloggers here, only myself. But I think that Spaeth misunderstands “blogger culture.” No one I know wants to read dumb writing, nor are they trying to destroy intellectual complexity as we know it. I’m certainly not afraid to head to the dictionary when the occasion warrants it. And the great big Internets makes it easier than ever to inquire about obscure art historical references.

What all of these “bloggers,” including myself, are calling for, is smart writing that is precise and unmuddled. Making it enjoyable to read wouldn’t hurt – especially when it’s geared at the public. As for humor (a.k.a. Lacayo’s call for “censorship”): it’s desperately needed in the fine art genre. We’re not covering Baghdad. It’s paint on canvas. Let’s lighten up.

P.S. No Digest today. I’m on the road.

Posted by C-Monster.