I’ll Write That Review When I Get To It
UPDATE (2/22/2010): If this review seems sloppy, rushed, or hastily written, it’s because it is. All of the above. I’ve set certain parameters for myself in writing it, much like Bert Rodriguez has for the art pieces in his latest exhibition “I’ll Cross that Bri
UPDATE (2/23/2010): dge When I Get to It,” currently on view at the Fredric Snitzer Gallery.
On February 12, the exhibition opened to an empty gallery space. No work whatsoever. Rodriguez was then charged to create a single work a day and will continue to do so for the next 25 consecutive days. Each work subsequently goes on display in the gallery. Each piece was available for sale before its creation on opening night, but collectors purchasing these works, not to mention the artist him
UPDATE (2/24/2010): self, had no idea what these works would be until the day of their completion. In keeping with the novelty of this project, I’m submitting my review in an equally novel form,
UPDATE (2/25/2010): randomly broken up in a series of updates throughout the duration of the show’s run.
The gesture of presenting an empty gallery space for opening reception, and then quickly (and no doubt sometimes carelessly) producing works at the last minute, like an art student trying to bullshit his way through an assignment the night before its due, is a glorious test
UPDATE (2/26/2010): ament to laziness. And in keeping with that spirit of laziness, I refuse to visit the gallery and see any of the work Rodriguez has produced.
Frankly, you don’t really need
UPDATE (2/27/2010): to visit the gallery to appreciate the intent of the work. The concept alone is gratifying enough. Through word of mouth, I’ve heard a little bit about some of the individual pieces. The first was a neon light sign that spelled out “WAS IT WORTH THE WAIT?” The next one I heard about was
UPDATE (2/28/2010): a note written by the artist, apologizing for not being able to complete a work for that day. Pretty funny stuff, but you don’t have to be there in the flesh to
UPDATE (3/01/2010): get the joke.
UPDATE (3/02/2010): I’m not an art collector and most people who will observe this work won’t be collectors either, but they’ll probably find the show outrageous or funny. They might applaud Rodriguez for bucking the system or pulling the wool over the eyes of these rich collectors, making them the butt of his joke. I don’t think they are. If people are spending money on this stuff, they’re clearly
UPDATE (3/03/2010): in on the joke. There’s a level of irony under which they’re operating, and I can totally relate. I think Shark Attack 3 is a great movie (never seen part one or two, and don’t need to). When I visited Florence, I made sure that the souvenir statuette of Michelangelo’s David I brought back home with me was
UPDATE (4/03/2010): the ugliest most deformed looking copy I could find. Purchasing a Bert Rodriguez is merely a more expensive version of the aforementioned. We can all share in this show’s sense of the ridiculous.
Where the show really succeeds is
UPDATE (5/03/2010): in the way it beautifully reveals the general uselessness and pointlessness of art as a commodity. Art, and I’m talking across the board, is the most nonsensical and purposeless of all human endeavors. At best the art experience is one of momentary transcendence — and who cares? You can reach approximate levels of bliss by shooting
UPDATE (6/03/2010): heroin. At the least, art experiences can be amusing. But then again, so is watching a dog chase its tail. Even the mysterious urge to create that drives most artists is irrational and illogical. It all flies in the face of common sense, but that’s why we like it. And as pointless as it all is, it’s still very
UPDATE (7/03/2010): important to a lot of people, so much so that an entire system of galleries, museums, universities, curators, and collectors exist to ensure that pretense of importance.
But despite its sometimes over inflated sense of ego, art is really just a bunch of
UPDATE (8/03/2010): nonsense. Glorious nonsense, maybe, when done right, but nonsense nonetheless. And this show is a celebration of that: of the silly, the stupid, and the pre
UPDATE (9/03/2010): posterous. It’s the class clown farting in the back of the room when the teacher’s trying to be serious. It’s everything that made art class so much fun and math class such a drag[.]
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This was contributed by Victor Barrenechea