Contemporary Art Space? More like MySpace |
My rage was first incited last weekend, when I took a trip to PS1, the extension of MoMa that used to be a really cool outlet for art in Queens.... and now is a veritable bee's nest for swarming hipsters. PS1 has its attributes and interesting exhibitions, but it's certainly not impervious to useless bullshit (like all contemporary art centers). What really set me over the edge was the work of a 30-something young artist named Laurel Nakadate, who had the better part of an entire floor dedicated to displaying dozens of immense photographs that were cheesy, Internet-esque shots of herself crying in different positions, often half (or fully) naked. This part of the exhibit is called "365 Days: A Catalogue of Tears," and some of the photographs (rather, pics) were worse than something I would have taken in 1997 with a disposable Kodak.
I was ready to dismiss the "art" to the garbage chute of my brain when I caught Nakadate's statement, in which she explained that she traveled the country for 365 days, "deliberately taking part in sadness each day." PS1's website says: "These photographs document a year-long performance that began on January 1, 2010, in which the artist documented, and continues to document herself before, during, and after weeping each day." Constructed sadness, huh? BOO FUCKING HOO.
Are we really at a point in self-indulgent hipster art culture that the expression of "sadness," a somber emotion with great poetic potential, is acceptably conveyed by one self-infatuated "artist's" experimentation with camera angles? PS1 clearly saw something insightful; all I see is shameless, embarrassing narcissism.
"Do I look sad in just a bra, or should I take that off, too? " |
Urban Narcissa, staring into a lovely sewage reflection |
"[Kim] inserts her naked body into the 'organism' of the metropolis, producing ethereal landscapes that explore the interaction of classic femininity and twenty-first century urbane. Her artwork has been heralded internationally, though she has gotten into more than a few scrapes with local law enforcement, she says. She’s been chased by police officers, encountered a violent homeless man in an abandoned Hell’s Kitchen tunnel, and eluded NYPD helicopters for the sake of her art."
OMG she's so badass, getting in trouble for her art! There's nothing like a disillusioned idiot stalking abandoned tunnels and getting into altercations with violent homeless people...
Oh, another thing: Miru Kim also poses nude with pigs in farm pens. ...And tries to make it sound deep.
"As I lay down next to a sow weighing five hundred pounds, I felt the warmth travel from the soft underbelly of the animal into my bare right thigh. I could no longer reason whether I was feeling the pig's abdomen on my thigh, or the pig was feeling my thigh on her abdomen. The line between the subject and the object were obscured, and two souls mingled on the plane of contact." from: http://mirukim.com/statementThePigThatThereforeIAm.php |
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