So now Cal Arts has its MFA program work on the web.
You can browse the output of the student populace.

So now every artist can see the latest developments and rip them off without ever even paying the school a visit.

Here come the kids in the cheaper State schools. Here come the housewives, hobbyists and dabblers.

Theorize the shit out of it now kids, because it is straight to Laguna with the cutting edge for the web-surfing mass-producers!

If it is hip and googleable, they will find it and underprice it, and probably out-network your pretend-to-be-jaded ass as well.

Most of the work is admittedly, exactly like what these schools have been churning out for a while, maybe even two decades.
But the sheen is gone, the bloom is off the rose, the sizzle subsides to reveal not much of a steak.

Basically - these overpriced institutions mimic summer camps and produce mediocre art.
They have no demonstrable contribution to increasing the quality of art.

And the proof may have been buried deep in the pudding for sometime, but now it is (yawn) in the website.

Is it just me, or does anyone else tend to give higher star rating on their itunes songs when they bought the music from apple rather than just burned their old CDs onto the mac?

Anyway, things are improving here… My Art World Boot Camp has been a success. I did not tape any of it. I wouldn’t want someone burning a copy for their friends. I thought I’d make it exclusive - you have to show up in person, like a baseball game without the television coverage.

I might do it again - it was fresh this time, I wouldn’t want it to become stale.

My lovely girlfriend and I went to dinner in chinatown for the 2nd consecutive night. The meal was great but then…

WELL…

Something happened. Something that needed to be taken care of immediately.

I got a sucky fortune.

I asked the lady for another and she brought me two cookies!

The first of these two fortune cookies contained a fortune that sucked even worse. I showed the people at the table next to me - the girl translated it into Spanish for everyone at their table and they all nodded Que Feo!

SI, exactamente!

Luckily, the other cookie had what appeared to be a good fortune:
Fame is in your future.

But now I am thinking… hmmmmm is that so good after all? If I eat all the leftovers, does it come true in a better manner than if they get moldy in the fridge?

I dunno anymore. Is it just me?

It was finally warm today.
Hopefully the cold wet winter is gone.
I was all bundled up and then went to get the mail and it was hot and sunny and I must’ve looked wacky.
The part of the Brewery Art Colony in which I live was the freezer - so it is built to keep in the cold and it kept to the function.

So Art Blogging L.A. has the Mayor of L.A.’s statement honoring the show of L.A. art in Paris posted up on their/her site:

Link to Report of Mayor’s Pablum-Spew

You think Mayor V-is-for-Very-Interested-in-Anything-But-Art might mention an actual L.A. artist in his little document?
Nah, didn’t think so.

Face it folks, the elite use art as a shoe-shine towel to make them look good in a superficial way, only to discard the rag of art and artists when anything else suddenly requires their glamorous and greedy attention.

But oh, thank you for noticing the arts, Mister Mayor.
May we all crawl through broken glass for you and your army of overpaid hitmen and asswipers?

(and i voted for this guy – imagine if it was a politico i despised…)

So here is the deal…

I curated the Orange County Biennial and it got reviewed in the Orange County Register… could someone tell me if this is a good review or a bad review… I mean, hey, they spelled my name right and all…

I’m wearing green. Are you?

I recall some kids in the neighborhood walking to school while my brother and I were waiting for the bus to go to our Catholic school. The kids always wore orange on Saint Patrick’s Day. it was on purpose. I found out why later on.

In kindergarten we had to pinch the person next to us if they were not wearing green. That would have been 1970 - can you imagine the scolding headlines that would generate today?

Geriatric Jerry Saltz finally reviews a woman’s solo show in NYC and it is a horseturd Eurotrash on whom he gloms, reminding everyone he is Mister Feminine-Inclusive.

Some dude emails me what I think. I send him:

a 45 year old Eurochick making regurgitation most likely got ink from Saltz because she is just likely in the right country club and HE needs to take the quota card high road to get along with feminazi colleagues in academia - two birds, one stone, party invites to high tea and faculty colloquiums continue.
Like academics, the rich police themselves with rigor.

No idea on the facts, just a hunch, but these paintings are SO weak, the show screams RENTAL or at least Favoring those with hobnobable bauble cliques in tow…

Read IT Here and weep as good art shows continue to get ignored in favor of favors.

Just about 24 hours until my Art World Bootcamp begins!

Funny how it all works out, isn’t it? despite the nihilistic and hopeless undertones, it all works out, doesn’t it? Despite losing faith and then finding a pathetic simulation of it in someone whom you can hardly stand, it is funny how it all works out, isn’t it?

After a few people you liked fail you and the ones whose names you cannot recall stop to pick you up, when the lowest and stupidest are rewarded the most, it is funny how it all works out in the end, isn’t it?