Tonight
I was having a conversation with the artist Jeff Rinehart.
I was
telling him that here in New Orleans I did not take for granted that all
artists want the same thing. In my graduate school years and then in New York,
it seemed that all the artists I knew wanted the same thing. Everyone wanted to
climb the beanstalk that disappeared into the clouds, to find the castle of
giants and the golden harp, to collect the goose and the golden eggs. The dream
was to be represented by a top gallery, bought by important collectors,
included in museums, not only to bankroll this artist's life but more
importantly to be part of the culture, part of the conversation.
I
gestured to a piece of Jeff’s work that hung on the gallery where we were
having this conversation.
“I can
ask you," I said. "Where
do you want this to go? Where to you want this work to end up? In your dream
scenario I mean…"
He
answered, “The work is a dream.”
Jeffery Rinehart, Damien Hirst in the attic, C-Print on Fiber Paper, Image Courtesy of the Artist |
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