>>24650851
Nailed it. People try too hard, but paradoxically, not hard enough. It's inauthentic. Most artists I know, like career artists, are incredibly serious and boring. They make a specific things for specific people, barely brood about the process, but they're eternally afraid of rejection and incredibly fragile underneath their professional patina. An opening is a networking event, and they are there to hand out business cards.
The opposite is also true, and the art for art's sake crowd are usually trust fund babies who's dad paid a large sum to a univeristy to provide them an artists residency, and they spend all day doing cocaine while intentionally making insincere conceptual art. Then no one buys it, despite the kickass party, and they muse with their beatnick friends about how no one gets that their messy canvas "is as if Chegall and Kandinsky were inspired by Mondrian in the ghetto, and created a stylized veneer that lulls the viewer into a quintessential post modern malaise". Oh, no shit, you have no sense of colour theory, technique, or texture, and no one bought paint you slapped on the canvas with your dong that you spray painted a smiley face on top of. Colour me surprised.
The vibe I take is people want to have fun. Especially rich people. So I'm there to instigate them into drinking more than they should, to make them laugh even if it's at my expense, and to give them hazy memories that become forever linked to some dumbass 16x24 of a surreal looking cat and a fruit bowl.
