"The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic." - Oscar Wilde
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The Absent Polis of Contemporary Art
by Daniel Brown

I was privileged to attend The Renaissance Weekend in Charleston just about a year ago (an event created in the '90s by some friends of the Clintons). The four-day marathon is structured as a series of panel discussions and round-robin meetings. The organizers put me on all of the arts panels, as expected. Most of us went to sessions on topics about which we knew very little when we were not speakers.

But I noticed that almost no one came to the various arts panels (1100 people were there), and began to conclude that the arts may have become simply irrelevant to most Americans. Listening to those of us art folks with a measure of detachment, I began to wonder what factors may have caused this nadir of interest (the majority of the subjects were on the visual arts). With a full-blown recession upon us, now may be a good time to assess where things have gone astray. That art is or should be a financial investment is the first idea that must go. Most art is not, and buying art for investment purposes equates it with any other equivalent commodity. It implies that it will be sold rather than nourished, thought about and enjoyed. The only reason to buy art remains because you want to live with it: it is an investment in yourself. We have certainly learned not to emulate the hedge fund manager (now semi-defunct). Buying art as status object rarely works, and it is time to retire the idea.
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Review of Terra Firma
by Jane Durrell

Leone, Marc.  Carbon and Crust #21, 2004. Mixed media, 60x72.  Photo Courtesy of Manifest.

Terra firma, a phrase once linked with bedrock and other comfortable assumptions, is neither placid nor reassuring in works chosen for Manifest Gallery's recent (November 3 - December 5, 2008) exhibition, Terra Firma. The most serenely beautiful, Jerry Schutte's Buenna Vista Road, shows us a spare desert landscape, lovely but hospitable only to specialized creatures. Why, indeed, should a gorgeous stretch of desert be hospitable to us? Not necessary at all, which seems to be one of the messages of this show.
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Reflections on NeoPorkopolis
by A.C. Frabetti

Keith Skogstrom's Skate, 2008 is a bizarre array of wood which includes a ramp, pulley, sliding cabinet doors and a roller skate. Upon pulling the doors inward or outward, a series of levers and gears moves the central ramp, see-sawing it to its opposite side. This causes the roller-skate to slide to the opposite end of the see-saw. It first struck me as completely purposeless, the elaborate contrivance excessive in terms of materials and efficiency. For example, it would be easier to simply reach one's hand down and lift the see-saw mechanism than to operate the complex device. The device and similar ones to it in the exhibition room became a form of play, and I had found myself enjoying their whimsical qualities. But why?
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