my new job (of 3 months) is art-handling. i see amazing and terrible art day to day. i’ve been to dozens of shows, and wrapped some famous and not so famous pieces. some that may never again see the light of day. i don’t care if i ever see another andy warhol.
although I have a keener interest in making beautiful things in new mediums, I have less and less interest in concerning myself with whether or not it is art, as i now believe it’s the most human thing to make things and to want to make things beautiful and to make beautiful things. art is full of wisdom and folly and noise.
i’m closer to the art world now, so i’m closer to this goal. it may happen incidentally, but i’m not sure i’ll find it worth doing.
