Big Bucks, Aw Shucks, Dumb Clucks?
Someone is smart enough to pull down millions...
Even graffitti, the animal marking of another’s territory — dogs strategically urinate to claim spheres of control — contains more meaningfulness than the works which the article (see link below) calls, “electric abstractions.” Isn’t lightning? And that can kill.
The adult brush-wielding creator of these canvases made the conscious decision to paint the color swirls your three-year old finger paints. Witness the immaturity of the spirit which created this! Good job, Mommy and Daddy exclaim! None is an adult construction. These “works” are loci of intentionally chaoticized disorder, passed off as “art.” They are no such thing: They do not attain to art.
The publicist — presumably considered a critic, but actually one who has written a puff piece — agrees and praises the work. Of course, they all do!
In Bull’s paintings, chaos reigns—but it’s chaos with a gravitational pull, as painterly tides, swirling marks and magmatic matter rotate and churn restlessly across her canvases.
The stomach churns, too, at the thought of real painters, mostly unknown in the world today, for whose work the world will most likely never pay nearly as much as for this twaddle.
On September 26, Bull shattered her own record at Christie’s in Hong Kong, where a piece fetched $2.38 million (HKD18.52m), eclipsing her previous high of half a million.
The intended meaning behind these works is, that there is no meaning; but you, the viewer, are nevertheless supposed to think it’s meaningful. All the while:
I want in!
Pay me! IT’S ART! IT’S GOT TO BE!
The modern “art” market is predicated upon the fraud of anti-art, sponsored by ultra-wealthy patrons and the institutions they patronize so as to create the image of the benefactor; and, to this end, enjoy the unflinching support of the Greek chorus of post-modernist nihilists in the academies who feed from the trough established to sustain it all. There is, of course, the rumor, which court cases sometimes seem to substantiate, that modern “art” has also become a medium through which earnings from illicit activities are laundered. But whether laundering or not, it’s still a racket.
https://observer.com/2024/12/artist-interview-lucy-bull-ica-miami/
If I had a million, I'd buy "Cosmic Brownies" and pridefully hang it on my living room wall. I think you have beat the fakers at their own game!
People who buy fine art are buying social status. They are making a public announcement, 'I can spend $1 million on a piece of ugly nonsense'.
Real, genuine art now exists as an undercurrent.