Post #921 • December 13, 2006, 10:59 AM • 61 Comments
In 1923, Marcel Duchamp staged a retirement from art-making, supposedly to work on his chess game. Me, I'm going to brush up on my go.
At least through the end of the week.
I left Miami with the idea that I would pursue a dual career as an artist and art critic. Recent events, culminating in Art Basel/Miami Beach, have demonstrated to me that I'm going to have to pick one or the other. They're contradictory exercises, professionally and temperamentally. I'm an artist, so that's that. I told people at the fairs and the ICA that I would cover them. I'm sorry, but I changed my mind. I threw away my notes and everything.
Realizing this, well, let's just say that it induced a few of days of intense rumination. I have no regrets about anything I've done, and a sense of relief comes with a correction of course, even if accompanied by the knowledge that a shorter, straighter route lay open all along. What I elected to do, I did well and with gusto.
Artblog.net will persist in a form more agreeable to my studio practice, extending from it somehow. I'll write, but as an artist, not a critic. The blog will likely become even more painting-oriented and even less with-it, as it adopts a meandering, yet monomaniacal attitude, all but ignoring current events, which is how I get when I'm on an art-making bender.
A conversation needs to take place about the declining fortunes of art criticism: its ceding of the field to journalism and apologetics. The art system has become impervious to hard questions about integrity and success that criticism ought to be asking with more force. But I can't be a part of it - I have a horse in this race. Pardon me while I go bring some oats to the studio. Best wishes, and thanks, to all of you.