Many of you must have noticed that the pace of my writing in this blog has considerably decreased. The truth is that I am bored. This blog started two years ago as a life saver for me. I was truly fucked up struggling to get out of a severe drug addiction and I am finally managing to succeed but this seems to coincides with my realisation that art cannot connect each other any more. In my recovery, I have had good friends and a lot of art criticism and blogging that kept my mind away from myself. Having said this, the better I get, the colder I become when thinking about the art world. It is as if, in the West, we are immersed in a deep cultural crisis from which it is very difficult to view or produce art. If we think of art as either irony or cinicism, there is no place for real human connectivity. If we cannot connect through art, it will be even more difficult to connect through technology. In fact, we are isolating ourselves. And, of course, contemporary art isolates.
A few days ago, I told a very smart friend of mine about my sudden apathy. He said: ‘I am not surprised. Your blog is the least English blog I read but I love it’. For the first time in two years, I really do not feel like writing about exhibitions. Even then ones that I like, I find boring. But I am not a quitter and I stick to the things we love. I am committed to art because art (and art criticism) saved me from myself not once but many times. But what to do.
A symptom that the crisis we are going through is the even though my Argentine blog has 40,000+ clicks a day and the most lively and intelligent debates, my English blog only has a few comments a week (usually from very smart and interesting experienced artists). The average reader, however, when deciding to comment, he does it on the appropriateness or the correctness of what I am saying. It is as if in London, there is no space for honest debate about human connectivity and art was reduced to a place of etiquette. Are we surprised about this? Well, contemporary art is a vehicle for social climbing. Of course, the way to assess art and art criticism will come from etiquette instead of truth.
I think one of the problems of my blog is the format. I decided a year ago to structure it through specific art shows but they are usually so boring that the level of my involvement gets more and more detached and the lack of passion is obvious. What to do? I guess I will have to carry on writing but from a more personal perspective and I don’t give a flying fuck if no one reads. Just a thought.