Paparazzo Dementia

by Dave Hickey April 3, 2015
scott grieger, squares masquerading as artists

Scott Grieger, Squares Masquerading as Artists, 1996, 16 x 16 in.

The Art World has undergone a second pop invasion—this time it’s authentic pop, and The Museum of Modern Art has slipped into a warm bath with its razor to kill itself like a Roman Senator. Everybody’s picking on Klaus Biesenbach, with some justification, but I would like to offer a piece of management advice from Steve Wynn of Las Vegas: “Of course you fire the fool, but then you fire the fool who hired the fool.” Biesenbach is far from the sole offender. Here’s a short recap.

There have been exhibitions in New York and Los Angeles showing the work of Tim Burton, an artist if there never was one. There is a TV ad in which members of Marina Abramović’s cult, in white robes and white kicks, carry rocks and advertise Adidas with performance art. On Herr Biesenbach’s celebrity score card there was a retrospective of Kraftwerk, a German band as old as I am; there was Tilda Swinton playing Chris Burden, from 1972, in a glass box in the lobby at MOMA; there was another Abramović spectacle during which the sight-impaired, self-anointed “godmother of performance art” pretended to stare at people she couldn’t see at that distance, with a sidebar of Jerry Saltz dancing with Jay Z at Pace Gallery; and then the Tower of Bjork rose, elevating that fetching elf well above her pay-grade and current popularity. The audio guide alone, I suspect, will soon become a treasure of goofiness for “pickers” and “Oops” collectors. But wait! Here comes Yoko Ono, lifting from the horizon like a gold orb for a show later this year.

Add this Biesenbockery to the movement to have Kanye West curate the Venice Biennial; the show at Pace in which James Franco advertises his ignorance of Cindy Sherman; the new Gagosian publication (164, four-color pages) that promotes art so dead that it feels like an estate catalog (there is nothing in the book that a living mortal might actually buy or from which a living artist might find a soupçon of inspiration); and then there was the David Bowie show at the MCA in Chicago that was not not half-bad because David is only half-square (and because the V&A put it together). And this is just the froth. If you add these bubbles to the fact that none of these shows were particularly successful or of any cultural consequence, you get the idea.

My first idea: art is not a growth industry: the bigger it gets, the worser it gets. Every time. Check out the Victor Emmanuel in Rome. More art and more sales mean nothing good, because art is no longer important. Matisse in his glory is chopped liver compared to Bjork, because art isn’t news anymore. There is more exhibition space in the USA than art that demands exhibition. This is the invasion of the comics.

It’s over, and I have some ideas about this circumstance: first, museums are going for a gate with popular culture, which is measured by its gross audience. This is a much better draw than fine art that censors its audience to build a visionary culture. Censor the audience! Oh my God! Second, any of these exhibitions would have been fun at the Smithsonian, which glories in the rag-tag and mediocre. At the Smithsonian, these shows could have helped the gate without disrespecting the grander and more serious co-habitants in the institution. The Smithsonian is a web page anyway, and not a bad one, so perhaps museums are running in that direction, toward the World Fair format that is best exemplified in the art world by that Venice Biennale. At any rate the spaces expand because there is money to build and expand museums, but no money to sustain them or pay the staff—thus there are fools-on-board squandering Daddy’s Money on exotic cocktails and hard-card invitations.

If the art world I first encountered had been anything like the present art world, I would be teaching high school English in Muleshoe, Texas, and much happier, because my core explanation of this dissolution is more clinical than sociological. Consider this: all of this fluff has been conceived and brought into existence by white men over sixty-five years of age. We all know people that age, and I was once that age myself—it is the age when Grampaw starts putting his keys in the microwave and pissing the hall. That, I think, is what has happened. All these old white guys are losing it, still trying to be the most popular kid in high school. This has given rise to a kind of paparazzo-dementia.

The real problem, however, is that mainstream of American culture is lies and crap and always has been, excepting Huck Finn. This is why creatures like myself willfully marginalized ourselves in the sixties. We hated America and the PTA, and still do. We wanted to hang with artists, queers, junkies, whores, mad-typists, psychopaths and tip stealers. The thought that anyone in that art world wanted into the mainstream was absurd. This until identity politics arose with its agenda to de-marginalize everyone who was unwillingly marginalized. So imagine squadrons of grad students wafting through the Bronx distributing tickets to the Lion King.

The paradox? A ragged collection of art people who had chosen the margins with some determination were charged with the task of de-marginalizing all unwillingly marginal people into the mainstream where they might wear suits that we hipsters didn’t have. This happy dream, that sounded like votes and students, attracted the universities and the government and, to be honest, great things were done, barriers were broken, spirits were lifted and art got very bad. Finally, the artworld, with the help of universities and government, had de-marginalized nearly every one but we few art people who had chosen marginalization in the first place. Then suddenly, we became the enemies of state. The mainstream won and all modalities of intellectual accreditation disappeared. As did people like myself who, unemployed by giant corporations, couldn’t fly to Istanbul for the Biennial. So we have fame and Hollywood rain rooms and it can’t be fixed. There was a war. We lost. Enjoy the peace, have a purple Popsicle, and talk about the X-Men. That’s the speed today, and it ain’t cute. So if you’re still out here with me, just be happy you were popular in high school.




Dave Hickey is an American art and cultural critic. He is the author of The Invisible Dragon: Four Essays on Beauty; Air Guitar: Essays on Art and Democracy; Pirates and Farmers, and the forthcoming 25 Women: Essays on Their Art. He is the recipient of a MacArthur Fellowship. He lives in Santa Fe.


Correction 4/7/2015: The Victoria and Albert Museum was mistakenly shortened to “V&E” in the original version of this article, rather than “V&A.”


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charles adams April 3, 2015 - 11:03


Tony Falco April 3, 2015 - 14:41

If he gets the same $100 payment or whatever the other writers get for this, good deal for Glasstire.

“art is not a growth industry: the bigger it gets, the worser it gets”

Christina Rees April 3, 2015 - 15:29

Tony: becuz the mores you reads, the betterer you gets at spotting colloquial usage. (Apologies to Walt Kelly.)

Dave Hickey April 3, 2015 - 16:13

Pogo Lives. Up the Revolution!

Steven Cochran April 3, 2015 - 16:48

Spot on. When you consider the fact that they hosted a show for Pixar studios (BARF)in 2005, I’d say the problem goes further back than Biesenbach’s tenure. ‘Fire the bum that hired him’ would be a good move.

Marshall Harris April 4, 2015 - 08:32

I’m still struggling through The Invisible Dragon but this essay is one of the more enjoyable and poignant Dave Hickey musings that I have absorbed. Thank you Dave who is not from Texas.

Loli Fernández-A Kolber April 4, 2015 - 09:00

What reply?I am speechless. I’ll go draw something instead and wait for more replies. Good grief Facebook has eaten my mind!
Good job Mr. Hickey

Robert Stark April 4, 2015 - 10:40

DH still knows how to entertain, singing to the choir!

Dave Hickey April 4, 2015 - 11:36

From whom was the exhibition space for pop-sparklers stolen. It was stolen from good artists who deserve an exhibition.

Bill Rabinovitch April 4, 2015 - 23:29

If MoMA’s board doesn’t recognize truth by now & DUMP Biesenbach & Lowry & ALL the rest of the tainted Board & step aside regarding Dave’s broadside which in reality is reflecting the views of every other art critic, serious artist & true art lover — clearing the decks, getting young blood on Board where Art not real estate tops the agenda, every last one will forever seen as Lackeys of Evil Emperor Palpatine, Galactic Emperor Palpatine, alias Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, and Darth Sidious. “Resistance is not Futile my Mantra”

Robert Linsley April 5, 2015 - 23:29

the “mainstream of American culture is lies and crap and always has been”

“identity politics arose with its agenda to de-marginalize everyone who was unwillingly marginalized” – good points, well said.

But it doesn’t matter what you are or who you are, what matters is to make something great. I’m sick of hearing about the marginal and the hipsters, just give me some great art for a change. Learn from Matisse – live like a square and make your art radical – that’s the right approach, certainly today when “lifestyles” are commodities.

Cameron Armstrong April 6, 2015 - 07:53

Here’s the thing. In the end we can’t say, specifically, where it comes from, or declare in advance where it’s going. And the good stuff hits the canvas (or wherever) between ideas, not among them, so it’s mostly invisible to greedy eyes. But this art thing, whatever it is, still lives and breathes. It’s indestructible and cannot be defiled, regardless of where the lost souls running the institutions, galleries and art fairs steer the boat. We just need to focus on taking care of our own.

I love this: the “mainstream of American culture is lies and crap and always has been, excepting Huck Finn” Great writing, thanks DH.

nestor April 6, 2015 - 10:37

I support wherever
when apparatus falls away
true art remains now

Hudson Marquez April 6, 2015 - 10:38


I love me some Dave Hickey.

Loli Fernández-A Kolber April 6, 2015 - 10:51

Well said Cameron. I think “Art”, like a boat in the Ocean, and like everything for that matter, just goes up the swell and down to the bottom of the swell, but it keeps going and, it is all a learning curb forward. Here is a little story: There was a strong Northerner which caused an increabily steep swell coming from the North and running into the Gulf Stream current. We were in a 50 ft sloop that was getting thrown around like a toy in the bathtub. We were trying everything- sailing just before the swells, sailing on top of the swells, getting clobbered by the swells- and none of it was making things anymore pleasant. Our Captain and Instructior- who had set our course and had retired to go to sleep, finally got knocked off his berth by a swell crashing into our rear quarter. Muttering a long line of curses, he slowly made his way to the cockpit. Then with “Don’t you guys know how to sail!!” (we were all experienced sailors) he booted the current student off the helm and took control.
Immediately we stopped yawning, the motion became calm and relaxed. The swells were still all around us, we were somehow weaving between them. “So what’s so hard about that!” he retorted, and “do you think you can do that?” We all nodded our head in meek agreement. “Good because I have some sleep to catch up on!” And with that he turned the helm over to us again and retired to his cabin.
Well, we didn’t do any better. It was like Merlin showing a bunch of boys how to spin Gold. And I still don’t know how he did it- but he did it and I would like to know how. He sailed 90 degrees from steep swells and managed to miss them consistently

Phil Curry April 6, 2015 - 11:21

Do your own art your own way. Fuck all what anyone else is doing.

John Ewing April 6, 2015 - 11:40

What, no mention of MoMA/PS1? — where lots of interesting, confounding, envelope-pushing things happen. It’s Biesenbach’s former domain and a substantial chunk of MoMA’s program. Oversight or just inconvenient?

Barna Kantor April 6, 2015 - 12:58

It is time that artists finance their own exhibition venues by sharing the cost of running the venue up front, say through membership, rather than %. Only viable, resilient financial models will break the current inertia. “True art” and “something great” needs all kinds of spaces to happen over longer periods.

Gilbertworld April 7, 2015 - 06:58

hey editors, is the V&A (Victoria and Albert Museum) not the V&E

Rainey Knudson April 12, 2015 - 08:02

Thank you! Occupational hazard of living in the city of Vinson & Elkins…?

Mark Kostabi April 8, 2015 - 08:00

Great article but maybe it’s not fair to use Yoko Ono to support its thesis since her avant-garde credentials were firmly established before she became a celebrity .

Kathleen Fennessy April 8, 2015 - 12:38

Like all old disgruntled white male art critics…what Dave Hickey really wanted was…to be an artist!Even Dave Hickey wasn’t clever enough to pull that one off!

Dave Hickey April 10, 2015 - 16:16

Never wanted to be an artist. You can’t paint a picture on your lap in a motel room. Yoko Ono instead of Laurie Anderson? I once quit a job rather than show OH NO’s work.

Kimdingle December 7, 2015 - 23:14

DaveHickey inspires Kimdingle.❤️

Richard Shelton April 11, 2015 - 03:38

Nice article. I would remind Mr Hickey that the artists he choose to hang out with, “the queers, junkies, whores, mad-typists, psychopaths and tip stealers” created the culture he is so critical of in his writing. The contemporary art world is a product of the marginalized Warholian white male artists who created a mainstream “American culture (of) lies and crap.”

Cameron Armstrong April 11, 2015 - 13:48

Great point Richard. What happens when the outsiders become insiders? Which is a reminder of how empty these distinctions really are. The art mind is inherently at the margin, by definition. But seizing marginality as some kind of signifier only domesticates the enterprise. Art comes to earth only between (and therefore beyond) signifiers, between and beyond ideas. That’s the part that collectors, institutions, galleries and fairs typically miss.

Dave Hickey April 14, 2015 - 15:34

Richard, Cameron: The art word has never be any good. Just serial maladies.

Cameron Armstrong April 15, 2015 - 17:35

Thanks DH, that was exactly my point. The soil is bad, but the weeds just keep growing.

Cameron Armstrong April 15, 2015 - 17:36

Err… the flowers.The flowers keep growing.

Dan Havel April 16, 2015 - 07:15

I like my art being a weed…..annoying and never goes away, even if everyone hates you….

Doris Murdock April 16, 2015 - 16:24

Thanks. ‘This is the invasion of the comics.’ Yep.


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