doug anderson
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I'm wondering why I see so much art (not only photography) that is empty, merely clever, or bored. There are certain postmodern assumptions that the artists themselves seem to have adopted in their work.
1. Everything has been done, therefore nothing is left but commenting on what has been.
2. Passion (of any kind), and any affirmative (erotic) response to life is old hat, and only irony will suffice.
I've seen these attitudes expressed in so much of what I've seen in galleries lately, I've wanted to move to the woods and do cave paintings.
I began to get genuinely angry a few years ago when I saw a photography exhibit at Pomona College in Claremont, in which the photographer had taken photographs of photographs. After one has got the simple idea that everything is a copy or a copy of a copy, the photographs themselves are simply diluted copies of the originals. This photographer was an academic, which is part of the problem, but it made me wonder what kind of numbing agent has been fed into the water supply.
I guess my question is where do I find, in contemporary photography, vision, passion and affirmation that being alive is a good thing and not a joke (of sorts, with a blown punch line)?
For example, Cartier-Bresson would be judged "sentimental" in this world (although almost everyone who photographs people owes something to him).
How does so much crap get into galleries?
Does anybody know of any exciting new art in a New York gallery right now? I'm going tomorrow, and I'm starved for something that will make me feel good about art/photography.
1. Everything has been done, therefore nothing is left but commenting on what has been.
2. Passion (of any kind), and any affirmative (erotic) response to life is old hat, and only irony will suffice.
I've seen these attitudes expressed in so much of what I've seen in galleries lately, I've wanted to move to the woods and do cave paintings.
I began to get genuinely angry a few years ago when I saw a photography exhibit at Pomona College in Claremont, in which the photographer had taken photographs of photographs. After one has got the simple idea that everything is a copy or a copy of a copy, the photographs themselves are simply diluted copies of the originals. This photographer was an academic, which is part of the problem, but it made me wonder what kind of numbing agent has been fed into the water supply.
I guess my question is where do I find, in contemporary photography, vision, passion and affirmation that being alive is a good thing and not a joke (of sorts, with a blown punch line)?
For example, Cartier-Bresson would be judged "sentimental" in this world (although almost everyone who photographs people owes something to him).
How does so much crap get into galleries?
Does anybody know of any exciting new art in a New York gallery right now? I'm going tomorrow, and I'm starved for something that will make me feel good about art/photography.