Not New York City, no, other people love NY in that way, I love NY on a conceptual level. The graceful curve of the “Y”, the strong, forthright lines of the “N.” I love them like I love tortilla chips. A huge bowl of them. Dozens. Let them swarm. By repetition, they become wild.
So…this is kind of a portrait of artistic failure, of visioning TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY outstripping willpower and any sort of giving a crap. I’d love to know what happened here. Did the artist just look up at his magnum otis and realize it was just…dumb? Or did he simply realize he really didn’t <3 NY that much? Maybe…maybe I only LIKE NY. Maybe I just kind of tolerate NY, and after a little while it becomes, you know, kind of same-y.
“Sorry, NY, that’s all I got.”
You know, I wouldn’t blame someone for giving up on this particular picture. In the final analysis, it’s really just a bunch of NYs. It’s not exactly high concept, and even if I finished it, it’s really not so much art as, well, gift wrap or something.
I would like to ask a few questions of the person who thought that framing it was a good idea. Talk about gilding the lily. Artistically, this is kind of like spreading a tablecloth, laying out plates and forks–not the good silverware–and then putting a jar of peanut butter with the spoon in on the serve. Soups on! NY all around!
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin