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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Beats Me

posted by on September 30 at 13:00 PM

What’s Kenneth Callahan, Paul Horiuchi, Dennis Evans, Mark Tobey, Richard Gilkey, and Sherrie Wolf got to do with Damien Hirst?

Beats me, but his Last Supper prints are showing at their gallery, Woodside/Braseth, opening Thursday.


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Some scathing, and very funny, writing by critic Robert Hughes has been circulating around teh internets for the last few weeks.

"[T]he presence of a Hirst in a collection is a sure sign of dullness of taste. What serious person could want those collages of dead butterflies, which are nothing more than replays of Victorian decor? What is there to those empty spin paintings, enlarged versions of the pseudo-art made in funfairs? Who can look for long at his silly sub-Bridget Riley spot paintings, or at the pointless imitations of drug bottles on pharmacy shelves? No wonder so many business big-shots go for Hirst: his work is both simple-minded and sensationalist, just the ticket for newbie collectors who are, to put it mildly, connoisseurship-challenged and resonance-free.

Posted by Gurldoggie | September 30, 2008 1:17 PM

Ooh, nice quote, Gurldoggie.

The answer to Jen's question is this: Hirst = Munney, lots and lots of delicious munney. He's also the worst thing to happen to art since Julian Schnabel -- no, longer. Ever, maybe.

Is the post-Warhol trend of "art" whose only subject is the bankruptcy of the art idea ever going to end?

Posted by Fnarf | September 30, 2008 1:24 PM

"The thing about 9/11 is that it's kind of like an artwork in its own right ... Of course, it's visually stunning and you've got to hand it to them on some level because they've achieved something which nobody would have ever have thought possible - especially to a country as big as America. So on one level they kind of need congratulating, which a lot of people shy away from, which is a very dangerous thing."

Posted by Damien Hirst | September 30, 2008 1:53 PM

Yeah, see, @3, to me that's just Hirst fanning the flames to raise his attention factor and thus his prices even further.

What I'd like to see is Hirst cut in half and preserved in plastic like one of his cows.

Posted by Fnarf | September 30, 2008 2:03 PM


and mind you it's a big if.....

you don't mind there being a personalized flashback of horrific echoing in a bunny knife suit, you may remeber the script that's boiling in the re-run department and the soup pot without the melting mushrooms and morphine contact highs.... and the sounds of on again and off again switching routers in the butterfly powdered fairy twinkle dust busters and toasted milk winged recipe dish networked dream machines....

I suggest you hang out at the soup kitchen to get more munny for exploitation and open an e-zine, where by you can post your coinversations in real time up to the minute slogs and blogs and hear yourself supeona the FED-eralies until the sun comes up at midnight...

While your at it, you can spend time watching note takers and buffalo run through the journals of advertising majors everywhere as the price of University grade contracts for text books sky-rocket the tuition placement programmers into an area where you are deemed ungranted in licensed sport of hunting, and remain penniless in the practices in and art of being viciously non-chalant at expensive gallary walks...

{ the kind with overnight accommidations in Beverly Hills),

and then of course you can change tact, check out local first edition rare dictionaries hiding in out of the way bookstores.

There you may find the clue to your own undoing.

Baseball Blues:
I saw them bean the kids....on the batter-up from the mound....

Random House Dictionary

stot n.v.stot-ted, sto-ting

1.) a springing gait of certain bovids, as gazells and antelopes, used esp.
when running in alarm from a predator

-v.i 2. to run with such a gait.
[special use of Scots, N England dial. stot bound
go by leaps bounce; perh. akin to ME stuten to STUTTER

also stoating n. Tailoring.

The process or technique of finishing a facing collar, or the like or of mending material with concealed stitching. [1955-60 orig. uncert.

Here of course is the dangerous part, as you just entered the lands of strange particles, and may be in the wrong area of dictionary design.

Careful, and steady as she goes.

Posted by dan | September 30, 2008 2:04 PM

All I know is his restaurant in London, Pharmacy, had Isabel Sauvignon Blanc on the wine list every time I went there, and thank god for that.

Posted by Jubilation T. Cornball | September 30, 2008 3:10 PM

He sounds like even more of a wanker than Andy Warhol, which is a rather impressive accomplishment in itself.

Posted by Greg | September 30, 2008 5:12 PM

Warhol's subject was FAME.

Hirst's subject is THE MARKET.

Posted by HuskyQuaker | September 30, 2008 7:44 PM

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