Thursday, December 10, 2009  Art Is My Life...Not  Every now and
then someone does something so remarkably self-absorbed in their
pursuit of promoting art, either theirs or their artists, that
it makes me wince and wonder where the Foreign Legion is
bouncing about these days. How could I get far enough away from
this place to cleanse my soul?  We often hear folks argue that
"Art is my life," but that is hyperbole. It might makes sense in
the context by which generally they mean that they've made a
series of decisions to ensure their practice within the art
world remains front and center to where and how they live, how
they socialize, what they do with their free time, etc. We hear
this from artists and curators, gallerists and writers alike.
But that distinction needs to remain clear to them.  Art isn't
actually anybody's life, even if it dominates their lifestyle.
Art, in the broadest sense (the making, selling, curating,
collecting, contemplating, and writing about it), is and forever
will be a luxury. For