mjp
Founding member
The Santa Monica Museum of Art has this annual...thing...called Incognito.
The idea, in a (donkey) nutshell is this: the museum solicits hundreds of artists to make small works, all the same general size. The artists sign the works on the back. Crowds of assholes jam the room and buy the art (every piece is the same price) not knowing who the artist is. Maybe they get a Joe Schmoe, maybe they get a work by some big time, famous artist. Carol has had work in this for the past couple of years and we've gone to it and it's such a horrible crush of raw greed, filth and ugliness that it is quite a thing to behold.
First of all, look at these ticket prices. Now those more expen$ive tickets get you a preview, meaning you can wander around calmly, looking at the work and see where the obvious good buys are. And some of them are very obvious because some artists only work in one style forever and ever and you can always see their art a mile away. So if you pay a lot of money, you can scope out the obvious prizes which gives you a leg up over the average sucker with his "cheap" $100 ticket. And that's only one of the many problems with this idiotic event.
See those jerkoffs running into the exhibition? It's like the day after Thanksgiving at a Kentucky Walmart. Only the people are much bigger assholes at this thing. Ostensibly they are appreciators of art, but in reality they are smug, greedy west side pricks with all the manners and civility of a lunch table at San Quentin.
So the suckage breaks down thusly:
The idea, in a (donkey) nutshell is this: the museum solicits hundreds of artists to make small works, all the same general size. The artists sign the works on the back. Crowds of assholes jam the room and buy the art (every piece is the same price) not knowing who the artist is. Maybe they get a Joe Schmoe, maybe they get a work by some big time, famous artist. Carol has had work in this for the past couple of years and we've gone to it and it's such a horrible crush of raw greed, filth and ugliness that it is quite a thing to behold.
First of all, look at these ticket prices. Now those more expen$ive tickets get you a preview, meaning you can wander around calmly, looking at the work and see where the obvious good buys are. And some of them are very obvious because some artists only work in one style forever and ever and you can always see their art a mile away. So if you pay a lot of money, you can scope out the obvious prizes which gives you a leg up over the average sucker with his "cheap" $100 ticket. And that's only one of the many problems with this idiotic event.
See those jerkoffs running into the exhibition? It's like the day after Thanksgiving at a Kentucky Walmart. Only the people are much bigger assholes at this thing. Ostensibly they are appreciators of art, but in reality they are smug, greedy west side pricks with all the manners and civility of a lunch table at San Quentin.
So the suckage breaks down thusly:
- First idiots through the door obviously have the best pick of the crop.
- Even if you have the same ticket as the first idiots through the door, you will probably have to wait in a long line to get in to the event. Long meaning up to an hour (or more).
- To "buy" something, you hang a little numbered tag near the piece, go try to find someone working the show, then they come and write up the sale. But people get multiple tags, put them on things to "hold" them, poke around for half an hour then take their tag off the work they were "holding." Which makes it impossibly frustrating to buy something you might actually like.
- Once a piece is sold they remove it from display! So if you are in that line for an hour, expect half the spaces to be empty when you get in. You don't even get to look at the best pieces, sucker!
