Once a year the art-circus comes to town, given legitimacy because the prestigious Art Basel, as in Basel Suisse, as in most uptight city/country in Europe, is behind it. I’m sure its been asked before, but surely Basel and Miami in the same breath are an oxymoron?
It all started with Art Miami and then Basel came and then everyone who is anyone in the art world followed. And then the design world… for catching some rays before settling into the long dark northern winter? Who knows. They, the art world, thought it was an excellent idea, and so now there are many, many satellite shows. One is called Scope, one called Pulse, one called Red Dot as in SOLD (so you cant have it), one called Nada, and so on….
Now, you may remember, last year husband and I were Art Basel Miami sluts, like we didn’t care, we hung with every and anyone, at every and any party.
I must speak for myself when I say that, even though I enjoyed the unbearable lightness of it all, I wanted a bit more green, as in Green. Like some art that dealt with issues of the planet? Was that too much to ask? Like a bit less stuffed deer and doe and fawn, less Michael Jackson likenesses and a bit more Chris Jordan?
So. As Basel approached this year, and I sat assembling beach plastic tee after beach plastic tee, which gives me a lot of time to think since its manual labor, I thought to myself….. I should be at Basel… like Barbi does green, or blue, at Miami Art Basel week.
This year has been the “Year of Be Careful What You Ask For”, for me (after three years of getting shit I did not ask for). Like I wished to be in Barneys and they called me for 900 tees, driving me into beach plastic nervous breakdown. I think Barbi does Basel (yes that blog title I shall use next week), and low and behold, I get a call….
Thirteen days before the show!
But I said yes.
YES. YES. YES!
I committed to showing.
Sounds good doesn’t it? Sounds like it could be me, no? I mean who cares about art if its not for a better world?
Isn’t one definition of art that it gives the beholder a sense of hope, of seeing and experiencing a whole new emotion? A new paradigm, a moment of connection to the divine? The divine in another human being who somehow connects for a moment to what is true and enlightened and real? And isn’t the divine a moment of connection to our spiritual origins? And does nature not have something to do with this?
So. A better world through art sounds good to me. Thats the place I want to be.
Fuck the brands like Gagosian and Marlborough, aren’t they just like out of control Wall Street brokers?
OK. OK. I’ll shut up. Before I dig myself in too deep. No, I do not claim any superiority or connection to the divine. I just want to experience more. Like something I haven’t done before. I want to feel good not poor. I want to feel part of something not inferior. You know what I mean?
For now that’s all you get. I’m busy you know. very very busy.
I will record all right here. From the day I start, Sunday, and build my amazing recycled installation and somehow move into it.
Here’s the name of the installation and an idea….of what’s to come: