I had a chance in the last couple days to visit an art center in a metropole in the Great Lakes region. While visiting, I got to thinking a bit about these spaces that are curated art spaces. And the resources that go towards, and have gone towards, their creation, maintenance and activation. And how this is a structural space for artists to show their art, thereby allowing the artist to have greater exposure, and even instilling in the artist a sense of making it. Within the art space (and this can be said for other art spaces) squads of staff help, instruct, or politely command visitors to behave in certain ways. This makes sense as the works of art cannot be (or often should not be) touched. Visitors also appreciate being instructed in the ways in which to behave in these spaces.
While at the art center, my mind also wandered toward thinking about the humanistic feelings of snobbery, condescension and pretentiousness, and how these feelings rise up out of human ether and into a kind of social structure. Like a group of people (potentially well financed) agreeing that one collection of art is worthy. And other bits of art are not worthy. The worthiness can in turn be a reflection of the actual material cultural product that is the art (whether fixed or ephemeral, or 2 dimensional art, such as on canvas or paper; or 3 dimensional art, such as mixed media or multi-material and so on). The worthiness can also be a reflection of perception. If an institution and the activators of the institution (such as a committee of individuals) decide, or are directed to decide by a director or museum conductor, that this or that person’s art is now needing to be worthified, then that work of art will be worthified. Then this worthification will be broadcast to art center membership, to past artists who have been worthified, to current artists being worthied, and to future artists who want worthification. It’s like a Gutenberg press to announce a cohesive media message that all readers are on board with. Or are told to be on board with. Like a ship requiring all hands on deck. So all this real feeling and structure then creates the idea that one is either in the artistic center, or they are not, or yet have to be. That is the creation of an other, or “an other.” It’s the feeling of there are us. And there are them.
Snobbery, pretentiousness, and condescension have an intellectual tradition. I cannot recall all titles. But some that come to mind are the following. The 19th century Ambrose Bierce’s Devil’s Dictionary, at least a piercing commentary on words and definitions from the time. Many seem to last. And there was Samuel Johnson, a person who manufactured and thought about snobbery, pretensions, and condescension from the London (not the Parisian) side of the channel circa 18th century. The Ancients have a real warehouse of this stuff. It’s the sort of stuff that inspired individual humans to develop philosophy. A sort of “wait a minute… what the eff did I just experience with that snob Alexander the Great? Why is he such a jerk? Let’s think about this for a bit…” Then boom, the rise of philosophical schools begins. Which creates even another “other,” as in the school of philosophy. It’s never ending. It’s just how it is.
So based on all these thoughts, I texted some friends. In some ways to insulate myself from potential feelings of inferiority within the metropole art center (it’s a punk rock sort of thing to do, or so I tell myself). But again, the substance of the texts had merit. How does one art. And when one arts, are we arting for the love of art? This is the central punk rock DNA we all have within ourselves. Or are we trying to art to become noticed by metropole art centers? It doesn’t have to be straight away one or the other, too. Like it could be percentage mixes. Without fixed percentages. Like percentages that were fluid throughout the day. I think the best texting arrived in a back and forth texting with a friend. We arrived at renaming the metropole art centers the following (it’s only proposed): The Center for Studies in the Acceleration of Pretentiousness and Condescension. It’s not meant to be a mean name. And not all artists or art consumers are pretentious. Or condescending. Very few are. Or very few want to create an other, where folks on one side of the fence attempt to project un-worthiness toward the other side of the fence. At the end of the day, condescension and pretentiousness only has power if a person allows it to have power. Like anything in life. Okay that’s all for this blog spot. Off to other things in the day.


