Keeping it Real Art Critics (KIRAC) lays out their program in very explicit terms in this video. I find it admirable, a project that attempts the recuperation of art collecting one individual at a time... a deliverance from the view of art as a disposable status symbol in global high society and as a cynical, fungible form of currency.
You can support KIRAC's project here.
KIRAC Website is well worth a deep dive.
Here's a quick dive into this weblog's search engine to demonstrate my previous statements about this issue...
SNIP 1:I've written elsewhere in this weblog about the need for the restoration of love in the our art world. The topic of this post is another way to talk about re-centering our regard for value. I am referring to this -perhaps obliquely during studio visits with fellow artists, when I ask "...where do you think we are in art history and where do you think we are going?" I'm looking for an art that is not about churning out more stuff, but instead imbued with purpose and vision that has a regard for the grandeur all that art has become to this moment. We need every player in the art scene today moving forward to find motivation in an intensity of the regard, another word for love. Collectors should consider themselves as expressive with their collections as artists are with their art materials.
Where is the love? This is the biggest question that should preoccupy our art world: where is the the love in art today? Is it possible to appeal to collectors regardless of their status to love jealously the assembly of their collection? It is possible to convince either collectors or museums that when they consider deaccession, they are precisely lowering the value of that particular art work? Is it possible for artists to again make art from a pure and jealous love of art alone, outside of any calculation of potential interpretation and career advancement? Can artists yet do this in the face of possible oblivion, the ultimate test? Yes, this is romance. In exactly what kind of world is the romantic a bad or naive quality?
Let's trade out the idea of safe investments with passionate collections. My friend referred to real art collecting as an illness, to gather up things past reason or practicality. To buy more art than you can hang on the walls of your home. To show only your closest friends those things you've found and are honored to be a custodian for your lifetime. Love can be like an illness, to be lovesick. To be head over heels. To be made mad by love.
(The Alfie reference)
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