If I played Skeleton’s in the Closet at an artists-sleepover, my revealing news would be, I quickly right off most art. If it doesn’t interest me in 2 seconds I am not going to spend any more time trying to get it. It is this type of thinking when it becomes perfectly clear to me that I don’t have an MFA. I’m not sure how it happens but in grad school it appears that one grows the ability to have invisible trust in the art, to accept it or at least spend time looking and trying to accept it. That is a magical, mystical power to have. At times I have this power, but its not consistent.
Maybe my trouble isn’t my lack of an MFA or patience…its my narrow definition of what should be in a gallery. If I get dressed up to go to a gallery, I go with the hopes of feeling inspired (and getting free wine and cheese), but so often I feel uninspired. Which then leads to me thinking its bullshit, which then leads to me questioning the pricing, which then leads me to wondering how this got in a gallery to begin with.
I just had a MFA-furry-lovable-guy read this post and he says “People viewing art may all have the same gut reaction, but its how one articulates their gut reaction that makes the difference”. He also added that its about time I get over my “lacking an MFA complex”.
More art commentary to come…In the mean time what skeleton would you reveal at an artist-sleepover?