ArtBasel
It’s always a big –to-do. Not only is there a lot of art to
see, but also lots of interesting characters. There’s an art to dressing: to
making a statement about whom or what you are, and some at ArtBasel did this
extremely well. It’s walking art. I saw
a lot of walking art. I admire that. I admire the complete lack of worry or
care of what others think. Right on!
This year for some reason there were many parents with
babies/kids in strollers strolling through crowded aisles of the great halls. I
going to take a wild guess here and say that these little ones are thinking ‘what
the hell am I doing here?’ I couldn’t agree with them more. So, mom and dads:
You hinder that movement of big people with your strollers blocking the way. Think
about maybe getting a baby sitter the next time. I am pretty sure that you are
there not because you want your 1 year old to become more cultured.
Kitsch is Kitsch. But, when Kitsch is at ArtBasel, it is
given the rank of Art with a capital A. When it is in a gallery space at
ArtBasel it is validated as art. Bullshit. Come on, enough is enough. This quasi
pseudo-intellectual BS masquerade is just a bunch of non-aesthetic crap.
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