New art talent unnoticed
There is this ocean, filled with thousands of talented, ambitious and original visual artists, swimming and trying to keep their head above the water; amongst them swims the new Rembrandt, unnoticed.
And there this fishing-boat filled with curators, navigating through these massive amount of painters and sculptors, angling in search for a few lucky ones to be picked up, granting them glory and success.
When they came back ashore, they overlooked the new Rembrandt.
With a smirked smile the art-elite returned to the ocean, expressing a superior attitude, while pointing at the artists who could come aboard and who had to keep on swimming. When they nod to each other: ‘enough’, they go ashore and present their new catch to an exclusive group of snobs.
But they missed the new Picasso.
And again they go on this quest, enjoying the comforts of pleasant traveling, looking down on the colorful sea full of artists with a question-mark in their eyes: “Please, can I come aboard?” And the crew says: “You, yes you… and you, no not you, go back. Now!”
Satisfied with their new catch they sailed back into the harbor, which was surrounded by museums and galleries, eagerly waiting to push the new names into the art-scene.
They did not discover the new Van Gogh.
Yes, many are called, but few are chosen (Matthew 22:14)
In fact it is impossible to grant every artist fame and fortune. There is so much talent that goes unnoticed or does not get a chance to shine. Not only in the art-world though. The success of the song-contest ‘The Voice’ proves it. Wonderful voices, impeccable presence and beautiful repertoire, but even than the majority sinks, after their fifteen minutes of fame, back into oblivion.
The same applies for writers. Millions are slogging on their keyboards, whilst dreaming of piles of books in the shop with their name in capitals on the cover. Only a few make it to the wish-list of the publishing company, and from that amount just a fraction makes it to the bestseller-list.
But there is also a similarity between the worlds of art and of publishers. The publisher who refused the manuscript of J.K. Rowling, because he disliked Harry Potter, still has nightmares every night. Maybe he killed himself already. There exists even a book, only containing letters in which potential bestseller authors were turned down. So it must be a human deficiency not to recognize talent when it is right in front of their nose.
Yet there is a difference. Publishers have strict guidelines and a gut-feeling as to what is quality in words. If they like it, they invest in it, put it on the market, promote it and wait and see what will happen with the author. Word of mouth from enthusiastic readers and positive reviews will do the rest. If not, tant pis!
In the art-world it is not about measurable quality
Nor is there a certain artistic ruler along which the potential success of the artist can be measured. It is the curators own, sometimes twisted, taste and personal view, which decides whether or not an artist can climb aboard. And than the public nods: yes, this is special.
“Well, because you selected it, mr. or mrs. curator, so we presume it must be extraordinary.”
This is exactly why I loath the exclusive privilege of the art-establishment to dictate what has to be considered and accepted as art. No discussion, no reply: like it and otherwise you will be labeled a moron.
It is time to protest and to demolish the bastion of the art-apes on the art-rock.
We will create a movement, slowly, but determined. We will find a way to break off their bloated ego’s and take over the power in order to make way for the new Rembrandt, Picasso and Van Gogh.
To be continued…