Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Can You Handle the Truth?

If your submission is a notebook doodle,
I'm probably not going to take it seriously
I receive a lot of submissions.

New art is the lifeblood of any gallery so I'm happy to look at new work as long as it follows the guidelines posted on  the website (under Submission Policy, a drop menu under the Contact tab on the front page). For this past March's Laluzapalooza exhibition, I reviewed over fifteen thousand individual jpegs. Billy & I narrowed that down to about 227 pieces by 113 artists. Some of the art that didn't make it into this year's show would have been accepted in years past, and there were a lot of pieces that came very close to being included but space would not permit. We sold over two-thirds of the pieces exhibited, which is pretty damn good. Tightening up the curation process paid off, while ruffling more than a few feathers, and resulting in a lot of  defensive (and offensive) emails from artists who requested feedback but didn't get the type they wanted.

Curating is the most important part of my job as gallery director, and it's a job that many people think they can do. The sheer number of new galleries that open and subsequently close every year is testimony to the fact that they can't. The definition for "Curate" on dictionary.com is as follows:

verb (used with object), cu·rat·ed, cu·rat·ing.
1. to take charge of (a museum) or organize (an art exhibit): to curate a photography show.
2. to pull together, sift through, and select for presentation.


Many people acknowledge the first entry, but ignore the second. They specifically ignore the "sift through" part. Sifting inevitably produces disappointment in those not selected. Sometimes it's a tough call, but a lot of the time it isn't. If you do the math, 15,000 minus 227 leaves 14,773, and the vast majority of them were not close calls. In fact, most of them required little more than a cursory glance to pass on them. Some of them were so bad that they actually made me mad. In fact, I spent more time looking at the truly horrendous ones than the really good ones (which are also really easy to select).

A truly awful submission causes deep introspection in a curator worth his salt. Because on some level, whoever submitted that terrible finger painting or found art object assemblage saw something in one of my shows that made them think, "I can do better," which led to me staring aghast at my computer monitor and their "art."

The way the brain makes connections is a curious and complex process. If you've ever had a conversation with a friend or relative in which they suggest that two people with almost no similar characteristics or traits "look alike," you get what I'm saying. Sometimes the subject matter or color palette or materials are digested and regurgitated via the most left field criteria that an artist's occipital lobe can translate, and what they see as similarity remains unseen by 99% of humanity and 100% of curators.

Jean Michel Basquiat, Poedi, 1981, oilstick on paper,
12½ x 17
3/8 inches; Sold: £157,875 ($243,443)

And then there are the hard to explain nuances of primitive-looking works by notable artists in the self-taught movement–like the African American masters we included  in our Simply Iconic exhibition in 2011, or the many blue-chip artists whose work lacks realism. I'd wager that most people look at Jean-Michel Basquiat or even Jackson Pollack, and think, "I can do that," or worse, "My kid could paint that," and  judging solely by ease of mimicry, that might be true. But the historical significance of their work and the stories behind those pieces have played heavily into their demand and subsequent value. Whether or not abstract expressionism is as valid in 2013 as it was in 1956 is an entirely different argument, and whether or not high-concept-but-low-craft has a place at the table anymore is too. But there is no debating that copying a style that lacks realism with a lack of technique, discipline, color theory, composition and originality is not going to produce work on par with what it pretends to mimic.

And this leads to my conundrum:
If you've submitted your art and been rejected, do you really want to know why? Because on some level, the fact that you don't know is a problem, but without proper feedback you'll never know why. If you submit your work (whether solicited or unsolicited), you are inviting criticism. That means you are inviting negative criticism. If you can't handle that, don't submit. I can't tell you how many times I've been provoked to a critique only to get a very nasty response. Here's three words of advice: Don't do that. If you submit your art and get any feedback whatsoever, be thankful. Most galleries won't respond at all unless they want to work with you. Some will extend the uncommon courtesy of a rejection letter. Still fewer will offer a few words of advice, or specific criticism. If they do, don't write back except to say "Thank you."

The worst thing you can do is respond with an emotional, self-aggrandizing defense of your work. That's for art school, not for gallery submissions–and at art school the teachers won't put up with much of that either. You got rejected. Big deal! Suck it up and move on. Don't overstay your welcome. You submitted. They got it. If you didn't hear back, that should tell you something. If you did hear back, it literally did tell you something. Sometimes the feedback is cryptic, and if it is, that's because the gallerist was trying to be nice and let you down easy; either that or they had absolutely no clue how to help you improve. But it's really not their job to help you improve unless you paid them to critique your work and they guaranteed feedback.




Sometimes I send a form rejection letter. Sometimes I dig in and offer specific advice. I'm not doing that to make myself feel good by trampling your dream. In fact, most curators and gallery directors don't respond critically because your shitty art makes us feel even shittier when we have to tell you how shitty it is. Every once in a while I'll get a link from an artist who hasn't taken the initiative to look at the gallery website or look for the submission policy, and clearly they haven't looked at the past few shows to see what kind of art we are showing. That will automatically establish a bad first impression with me. Why would you even want to show at a gallery unless you knew something about it and felt that you fit into their aesthetic? If you haven't extended the gallery the respect of research, why should they extend the courtesy of a response?  Usually I do respond: with a link to our submission policy. If the art doesn't fit, I'll tell them so.

Don't PM me on Facebook, go to the website, read the policy and send a proper submission.

Often we get submissions from artists located outside the USA, and we rarely handle them because it's very expensive to return ship an exhibition to a foreign country–which is what will happen more often then not if we exhibit an artist with no local following. A gallerist has to curate for the space they have, not the space you wish they had, and that involves selling the art. It's what keeps the lights on: curating.

I very rarely send a harsh rejection letter, and when I do I usually let the artist know that the criticism I'm about to give them is going to be harsh. Why? Because some people have no business creating art for a living. Notice I said "business" and not "right." Somewhere along the line an unqualified person gave this "artist" some encouragement that was misguided and likely to eat up a great deal of their lives with dreams that will go unfulfilled. If I sense that there is no chance this person is ever going to sell a painting, it would be much more cruel not to tell them in spite of how uncomfortable it will make me to do so. It will also help keep clear my inbox of subsequent emails from the same rejected artist month after month. Except for maybe karaoke and sex, I can't think of anything but art that so many people are truly bad doing but which still gives them joy. I'm a fan of evident enthusiasm, but I'm not going to showcase bad art. A simple "this doesn't really fit with our program," suffices when the joy is obviously there, but the talent isn't.

I saved my pet peeve for last.

The sixth sentence of our Submission Policy states:
We showcase mainly figurative, narrative paintings and unusual sculpture. Our focus is not abstract expressionism and we are not accepting submissions of video or digital art, photography, edition printing or conceptual installations.


And yet I still receive (on a nearly daily basis) submissions of abstract bullshit, performance art, and highly conceptual, deeply personal photography. 

Just after that, I outline the specific file naming and jpeg size protocol. It's detailed info, but it's not rocket science. I can immediately determine how easy or difficult it will be to work with each artist based on their ability to follow instructions. We've got a lot of very talented people who are a joy to work with, so I don't really need to knowingly add stress to my life via people who can't get their shit together. How many submissions follow the guideline? Surprisingly few. What happens to those that don't? They get deleted. I don't even look at them sometimes. I receive somewhere upwards of 160 emails every day, so a reply to artists who can't follow directions isn't always in the cards.


Most successful artists are either versatile at social media and detail oriented or have someone who handles this for them. For those who don't have a support system in place, it means they'll need to develop these skills. Many successful artists aren't actually better than unknown artists, they're just better at presenting their work. That isn't always easy to hear, but it's the truth.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Harlan in Hollywood: Video Proof!



This great footage of Harlan Ellison at La Luz de Jesus Gallery comes courtesy of James Simenc at LA REVIEW OF BOOKS.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Werner Herzog: The Best Video Art Piece of 2013




I worked on the home video releases of most of Werner Herzog's films when I worked at Anchor Bay Entertainment. The incredibly talented director has created a vehemently anti texting-while-driving PSA that is sure to make an impact among the target demographic of young people who will see it in their schools as part of an AT&T community outreach program. We've all done it, I'm sure. Luckily most of us have not had to deal with the consequences that would result from a fatality.

The film is 35 minutes long and sure to disturb. The film is titled "From One Second to the Next."

I don't claim to have permission of any kind to re-post it, but do so as a public service in the hope that video art this powerful is respected in the context of high art.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Our 5th of July Celebration Opens Tonight!






We know that most of you had your 4th of July plans set in stone a long time ago, which is why La Luz de Jesus Gallery put together a killer quartet for the 5th of July instead!

JASMINE WORTH's gothic oil paintings have amassed a rabid following that has resulted in three straight sold-out shows. She continues to explore the Cultus Sanguine concept in a mini exhibition that is sure to sell out again. CLICK MORT is presenting a collection of his remixed nostalgia sculptures that is so impressive, it's worthy of a swan song. The difficulty in locating pieces worthy of his impeccable taste and the growing collector base for his exceptional work may make this a last chance opportunity to add one of his amazingly affordable pieces to your collection. DEREK HARRISON gives us multiple interpretations of the women of Los Angeles in his L.A. Woman exhibition which is less objectification than outright worship. MEL WEINER elevates caricature to a high-concept statement about celebrity cronyism in his Esther Milkfat and Other Characters. These New Yorker-esque drawings are exquisite, and smart collectors will snatch up these inexpensive works from an important Echo Park original-I just hope they'll be willing to loan them back when museum curators request them in a few years. Pre-sales are happening now, so click the artist names above and get in touch with gallery director Matt Kennedy before the pieces you want are purchased by someone else.






For those of you who missed the pop-up show for RUBY RAY's California Punk Photo-show, From the Edge, I've got some good news: We'll be continuing to represent her iconic photography, so click her name above to access some of the pieces we currently have of Darby Crash, Sid Vicious, The Cramps, X and many of the punk rockers that helped establish the music and the scene that changed the culture.


Photo by Chris Cuffaro
Mid-month on Saturday, July 13th, join PATTON OSWALT in paying tribute to the greatest living author of juvenile delinquent fiction, HARLAN ELLISON. The feisty, prolific author reads and signs his Kicks Books releases, Pulling a Train and Getting in the Wind. The event, dubbed Harlan in Hollywood, insures to be an afternoon of pizzazz and vinegar with a true living legend. There are restrictions to what Harlan will sign, so call the book store at (323) 663-0122 for details. Mr. Ellison's public appearances are incredibly rare and the duration of this event will depend upon the audience size at the time of the author's arrival, so be sure to get there early! It all starts at 2 PM.

Friday, June 21, 2013

R.I.P.: Chris Pfouts

Chris Pfouts grew up in Los Angeles in the 1950s and 60s, in the relentless heat of the California motor and surf cultures. During the disco plague years he hit the road, criss-cossing America like a bug in a shoebox. After graduating from N.Y.U.'s journalism school, Pfouts clocked in for a career in magazines. He kept old titles alive and put new ones on the stands. He has edited “International Tattoo Art” magazine since its launch in 1991. He has written six books, including “Lead Poisoning: 25 True Stories from the Wrong End of a Gun,” “Hula Dancers and Tiki Gods,” and “Vacation from Reality: The Art of Anthony Ausgang.” But Chris's biggest accomplishment wasn't his career, but his ability to connect with people. Chris will be missed by his family and many friends. Some folks have asked for a way to contribute to his memorial. There is now a PayPal account set up for that purpose at ChrisPfoutsMemorial.com.

As Chris wrote "I go through life like it's a Chinese grocery Store. I didn't understand half the stuff on the shelves, but here and there I find some special, toothsome treasure to keep for myself."

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Can Art Be Offensive?

When I first put together the line-up that comprises this month's show over a year ago, I selected three artists whose visual styles and conceptual goals were completely different. Mark Gleason is a mannerist painter whose works maintain a sense of whimsy even though his palette is often dark. Vicki Berndt is the original Big Eye revivalist, having resurrected the work of Walter and Margaret Keane on her cover for Red Kross' Third Eye album long before it became a staple of lowbrow tribute. And Dave Dexter's gift for utilizing pre-programmed imagery to turn stereotypes upside down is both high concept and highly controversial. While we knew that the public reactions to Dave's paintings had the potential to run the spectrum, we expected critical coverage to explain the tradition of visual agitation from which such art extends. Critical reviews were absent, however, and here's why:

Charles Kraftt's Nazi art is under fire
A few months ago, the work of Charles Krafft came under fire when an article by Jen Graves in Seattle's The Stranger weekly paper exposed Kraftt as a Holocaust denier, causing a boycott of his Nazi-themed art. Collectors and curators had for decades interpreted his work as a critique of fascism and bigotry rather than an advertisement for them. A series of rants on his facebook page revealed the accusations to have merit and institutions across the globe removed his work from museum collections and annexed his contributions from planned and ongoing exhibitions. A Rachel Arons article in The New Yorker points out that much of the art Kraftt produced predates his conversion to holocaust denialism and "That work is worth continuing to examine, even if we are disgusted by Krafft’s current personal beliefs and unsure exactly to what extent, or for how long, they have been informing his work. It should always be difficult to look at art about Nazis. Now that looking at Krafft’s art is even more difficult, we shouldn’t look away."

It has occurred to me that critical review of art with such power to polarize can become a proverbial can of worms for art critics, newspapers and the op-ed society that makes up the art world as we know it. I don't think this stems from cowardice per sé, since many critics revel in the idea of controversy, but there is a definite fear of winding up on the wrong side of history. Most critics wait to applaud challenging work until after the artist's sales attain a level of generally undisputed success, and by that point a healthy dose of critical backlash will only help build a provocateur's reputation.

From Dave Dexter's exhibit Round Eye and the Switch
In that respect, it shouldn't surprise me that painting's like Dave Dexter's Human Safari (pictured) didn't garner much local or even web coverage. Dave Dexter isn't Damien Hirst yet. And it would be a great disservice to compare Dexter to Kraftt, because Dave is not a racist and happens to be a really lovely man who utilizes such imagery to open a dialogue about corporate culture and confronting the skeletons in the American closet. Much of the subject matter presented in his art comes straight from the headlines not on page one, but on page 36, exposing a mentality still present and which deserves discussion, debate and revelation.

In the grand scheme of things, what does this say about context or irony? In other words, how does an inanimate object offend? What gives a work of art the power to offend if not the singular viewer's own perception? James E. Young, the director of the Institute for Holocaust, Genocide, and Memory Studies at the University of Massachusetts Amherst, addressed such matters in an essay that accompanied a similarly controversial exhibition at the Jewish Museum in New York back in 2002: 
"We have every right to ask whether such obsession with these media-generated images of the past is aesthetically appropriate. Or whether by including such images in their work, the artists somehow affirm and extend them, even as they intend mainly to critique them and our connection to them. Yet this ambiguity between affirmation and criticism seems to be part of the artists’ aim here. As offensive as such work may seem on the surface, the artists might ask, is it the... imagery itself that offends, or the artists’ aesthetic manipulations of such imagery? Does such art become a victim of the imagery it depicts? Or does it actually tap into and thereby exploit the repugnant power of... imagery as a way merely to shock and move its viewers? Or is it both, and if so, can these artists have it both ways?”
The bottom line is that no painting or sculpture is by itself offensive. A specific mindset is required, and that mindset is itself a bi-product of intentional indoctrination. Perhaps what disturbs us is the realization that as sophisticated as we might think we are, we are easily manipulated by symbols. Anger doesn't stem from the affront of the imagery or even the reaction it originally solicited; it's the power of all pre-programmed imagery against ambivalence that incites us.

If you haven't stopped into the gallery to check out this show, I really can't recommend highly enough that you do. This is the last week, and I don't know how long it will be before you get the chance to view something this stimulating in a gallery again. This is an exhibition that confronts you not only with the artist's point of view, but demands that you confront yourself about your own. It's one thing to manipulate a reaction, and quite another thing to stimulate the national discourse. History will be kind to Dave Dexter, hopefully without diluting the courage of his message, which is this:

We've come a long way, baby. Or have we?