I'm enjoying William's (and Kuspit's) righteous indignation -- though I would take the art=money=shit equation back to August 8, 1949 when Jackson Pollack was recognized as "the greatest living painter in America" -- the emotional excreta of ABX was elevated to high art status -- and the wealthy began to park their money there.
That's when aesthetics, ever more unhappy with the relationship, was finally divorced from American art -- and the traditional landscape, portrait, figure, and still life painters were banished to the cold, outer margins of the artworld, and condemned as middle brow. That's one fact, BTW, that Kuspit ignores in his earlier essay (of 4/14/05) where he decries the "unlimited expansion of the contemporary" All of those traditional genres are categorically excluded from museums of contemporary art or even the contemporary sections of "encyclopedic museums" (though, curiously enough, living practitioners of non-Western traditions may still be included) ____________________________________________________________ Internet Security Software - Click here. http://thirdpartyoffers.netzero.net/TGL2231/fc/Ioyw6ijlZS6pbBzBYc5KxxQsFupRXB EiFeN3Pd5KbmNpQDVl7BTISQ/
