Happy New Year to one and all ~
I would like to step back and approach the ongoing
Smithsonian/“jewelry is art” topics from a slightly different angle
because I think we are arguing over minutia to some degree. There is
an expression “In the particular is contained the universal” (James
Joyce); jewelry and its wearability is the particular here.
First angle: they did a “survey” of middle school children. They
were asked several questions. Two of them weRe:
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If you could, what would you rather be: a) wealthy; b) smarter;
c) prettier/more handsome d) famous.
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If you could, what would you like to do: a) CEO of a large
corporation; b) Navy Seal; c) Senator; d) assistant to a famous
person.
Yes, 1d and 2d won. I won’t go into the details on why they think we
are raising a generation of people who need to be famous, but I am
sure we have all noticed the increasing trend or desperation for
those infamous 15 minutes; irrespective of their quality.
Secondly, there was a NYT article about Chinese artists making
millions on their paintings. The underlying question became - - who
is driving up these markets and when will they fall. The question was
not the quality of the art (although mention was made that it
appeared a group of rural women were actually doing the work during a
visit to an artist’s studio) - it was about lifestyle (these artists
are China’s new elite) and art “markets”. I ended the piece feeling
that this particular market was the art version of the dot.com stock
market.
There is a frenzied level of insanity running through our world
reflected in the two situations above.
Whereas, Picasso had all the skills he needed to completely fit into
the mold - - he CHOSE not to; it was never that he couldn’t. Even
though they were “just photos”, Cartier-Bresson photos were perfectly
balanced as he captured some of the most mundane/universally human
moments. We could understand these pieces of art and appreciate their
simplicity and their nuances. We had the right to not like them, but
by and large, we understood them. Somewhere along the way, however,
failure to comprehend a piece of art became an additional
justification, if you will, on why it was art. That we demurred to
that logic was our first mistake; that no one wanted to be perceived
as “stupid” was probably what has led to us now having to accept a
pile of rocks in front of SF MOMA.
We live in a society of increasing disregard for quality. I suspect
that disdain, or perhaps it is impatience… or both, segues into
other mindsets: If I don’t have the skills to create; then I should
be able to shock. If I can’t come up with a quality design, I will go
over the top and dare someone to question it. Conversely, the “powers
that be”; whether they are fasion houses or curators or agents or
buyers - - build up why that shock is valuable and we quietly accept
it. The only trick is to be the next chosen one; to get a curator or
agent to believe you are the new Basquiat. The trick is to have
established yourself so well as a status symbol that a woman will
wear a purse that looks like a Hefty bag on a chain or buy 12
versions of the same bracelet. So, what is the motivation of the
purchaser of the new Basquiat, the Hefty bag person or bracelet #12?
To belong. To show that they can. To prove that they are in the
Lemmings’ front line.
Jewelry, by its very nature, is personal adornment. If it cannot be
worn on the human body; it is not jewelry. Gold painted rocks or 300
pounds of cut up street signs may be art on a human scale; but it is
not jewelry.
Honestly, I suspect we are all in the parade and at any one given
moment a child is going to say, “The Emperor has no clothes.”
Cameron