giacometti [aka 4.300.000 stickman]
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the above is actually utterly and totally obscene to me.
and wholly and entirely insane.
i can only reach one conclusion, and the conclusion is that there are two very separate giacometti sculptures at work here.
and one is not a work of art.
the first sculpture is that which we may see in the gallery.
when we look at this sculpture we need not consider the financial value of the work in any way whatsoever.
this consideration need not play any part in our reading of the work.
the second sculpture is that which is sold in the auction room.
this sculpture ceases to be a work of art. its inclusion in auction makes it simply one more commodity in the vast range of commodities that human beings bid for in sale rooms and auction rooms worldwide.
this commodity could be an antique, a car, an autograph, a krugerrand, a diamond.
the ‘fine art’ auction room is a communal urinal; a stage for a class based pissing contest in which very wealthy people outbid each other to secure cachet, and [of course] generate profit.
in my opinion, the world of the sale room, the world of the auction, is wholly divorced from the fundamental notions of art.
in the many galleries i have visited to see the many works that I have seen, I cannot remember a single occasion when I considered the cost of a work when considering what that work conveyed to me.
the BBC ran a documentary series called ‘the genius of photography.’
one of the episodes featured the auction sale [sothebys new york i believe] of a very early photograph.
this was the first auction wherein a single photograph was expected to fetch a price of one million dollars or more.
the actual sale price when the hammer fell was considerably more than one million dollars.
the saleroom crowd actually applauded!
i found this utterly fucking appalling. i found it to be one of the most perfect examples of philistinism i have ever witnessed.
they did not applaud the beautiful work of the photographer.
they applauded an amount of money.
they applauded a number.
the irony that these people will almost certainly feel themselves to be the final and unarguable arbiters of taste does not escape me.
though it seems to me that they are the very opposite, they are the arbiters of utterly crass tastelessness.
rightly is the philistine thus named.
nb – bids of over one million sterling will be gratefully accepted for this piece.
expect little if any profit.