It was 2001 when the news of ABMB signing a ten year contract with the swamp registered little attention from the multitude of people with marginal interest in a discipline founded on our vices of leisure and contemplation of the subliminal objects. Nine years later, the art virus has infested mass culture on a near pandemic level.
But not every who in whoville is susceptible to the allure and shock of fine art. For much of South Florida it is business as usual... and that means more concrete and another red-light scamera...
Red-light cameras are multiplying faster than ten foot purple snails.
So let's follow the snail trail of slime on a document dump of Basel highlights thus far.
Pal Trey Speegle has hit on a marvelous schtick with his paint-by-numbers message delivery systems.
Vernissage is a word few americans were familiar with until now. We now know that the word is synonymous with the see-n-be-seen event that heralds a week of gorging on art.
No austerity here. The record traffic at all the opening is a sure sign that the audience for art is growing yet the market for art remains flat.
So it is the conventional wisdom of the artist that when sales are weak, the time is ripe for a little experimentation and the taking of calculated risks. Sex always sells.
New media is on the rise. The level of comfort with intellectual property has arrived at a point where folks will pay big bucks for a 15 minute DVD.
There is some amazing art at ABMB. With that said, there is also allot of weird (i can do that) stuff. Marcel Duchamp was right, DADA will rule the world.
Hey Mr. Tallyman, tally me bananas. I'm cuckoo for coconut at 500 buck an nut.
This curious cluster is "i don't know what".
The future is in re-newable energy and gas pumps will be petrified.
Never a fan of female mutilation, Miss Glass Shards is still rather appealing...
I always suspected that the true allure of Miami has always been a pair of opportunities and a "mentirita".
On my next installment we shall discuss the substance of art as expessed by the words and works of Robert Williams, aka god.