Image courtesy of Hyperallergic.
Yes its another post-Basel Basel re-post this time focusing on two prolific Brooklyn based blogs: Paddy Johnson’s Art Fag City, a blog that has raised the bar so significantly and so consistently, that it has become an art world staple and Hyperallergic, a self proclaimed anti-establishment forum edited by Hrag Vartanian that is garnering an audience with verve, pod-casts, a weekly e-newsletter, and relentless tweets.
For Hyperallergic, Kyle Chayka wrote a scathing commentary on the intentions behind Jason Rubell’s exhibition/project Time Capsule, Age 13 to 21: The Contemporary Art Collection of Jason Rubell in a preview based on information gleaned from the Rubell Family Collection’s website.
On Art Fag City, a slightly more constructive – in that Paddy visited the show – but equally superficial mention of Time Capsule hangs a critics wish regarding what could and should have been on a backdrop of a hasty observations relating to the main exhibition How Soon Is Now.
Again from Art Fag City, this time a candidly negative and unabashed review of sorts on SCOPE.
And balancing the good cop bad cop routine Hyperallergic provides comparatively more invested coverage featuring among other things Agustina Woodgate’s teddy-bearskin rugs.
If you want to read more from these two blogs you’ll have to surf them independently because I now find myself more interested in the nature and motivation for contemporary art journalism than disseminating outsider reactions to Miami art happenings. Which is odd because I was sure I sat down to discuss content and opinion not intention and method.
Nevertheless, lets run with it for a second before you think I am failing to make a compelling meta-reflective point by critiquing critiques and ask what can be said for art blogging today?
In this fast paced, self-shot, multi-media dimension vulnerability to disinterest can curtail the desire to provide a worthy, if not competitive information service. Despite an increasing bevvy of consistently tenacious writers any blogger, like the proverbial actor, is only as good as their last post, however even established voices, for whom obsolescence is more a distant inevitability than an immediate concern, continue to labor, sometimes out of love, sometimes out of narcissism, often under duress, to supply a demand appraised predominantly through web statistics. With such concerns, the temptation to secure ratings by producing digestible, easily syndicated culture quips can take precedence and before you know it the publication is drowning in dysfunction along with the interest of readers who find themselves consuming more marketing strategies than actual information.
Ultimately its a crying shame. We have this medium, perhaps the only thing humans ever invented that they didn’t fully understand and certainly one of the few things whose explosive potential we cannot adequately contain, and what do we do with it? Not nearly enough came the cry. No time. Too busy trying to make money[.]
This post was contributed by Thomas Hollingworth.