The Venice Biennale is finally
Lisa Dennison, chief curator of the Guggenheim ("Where the sponsor's always right!"), complained to the Times about the curators having too much say. [Or the Guggenheim not having enough: they apparently lobbied hard for Matthew Barney's Cremaster Cycle to be chosen for the Guggenheim-owned American Pavilion. Fred Wilson got it instead.]
Wilson has an African street vendor selling fake purses at the entrance to his installation of Venetian Moor-related art. Via Vogel: "Richard Dorment, an American who is an art critic for The Daily Telegraph of London, said he was speechless when he saw the pavilion. 'To put a seller of handbags in front of a pavilion is condescending to both Americans and Venetians,' Mr. Dorment said. 'This is a person, not a work of art. Where are the days when major American artists represented our country?'"
[Rowrr. Dorment apparently lived up to his name; his sniping ignores 1) the inside of the pavilion, which many people praised, 2) the major majorness of the 2001 show's Robert Gober, and 3) Maurizio Cattelan showing a buried person--an Indian fakir, whose praying hands stuck out of the sand--in 1999. And besides, in 2001, Venice was plastered by billboards for some museum exhibition which pulled the same street vendor stunt as Wilson.]
Elmgreen & Dragset's e-flux poster, starring Lala, image: e-flux.comAs I sit here in New York, recovering from my A/C-induced cold, I'm working on an "I Survived the Venice Biennale" T-shirt, for those who truly suffer for art. Stay tuned (or feel free to send a design suggestion or two).
