No Thanks, Miami
The art fair monster arrives in Miami this week, and I am glad to not be a part of that this year… or, maybe ever. I’m not smart enough to write a proper critique of what the impact on the art world is because of this commercial disease. I worked there for two fairs, and I saw and felt the essence of what it is, and I was not impressed; I was slightly entertained and slightly disgusted.
Anyways, I’ll be doing my spaghetti business in Philly when the fairs open, and that feels great. It has been a wild, supernatural several years since I last worked the art scene in Miami, and it’s proper to feel more authentic now than then. For that, I am grateful.