Saturday, August 12, 2017

Jerry Saltz, Failed Artist Because...

Jerry's "Compartmentalized" Mind

I read through his memoir on Vulture.

In it, he describes his failed life as an artist.

His upbringing isn't that much different than any other kid's.  He blames his failure as an artist on his childhood upbringing.  His dad beat him with a leather strap.  He compares his Dante's Divine Comedy "compartmentalized" paintings to his dad's "compartmentalized house," a nice try at psychoanalysis in a shallow, Zombie Formalist kind of way. 

But putting his dramatic childhood aside, I do have one question that I'd like to address.

What makes a failed artist think he's qualified to become an art critic?

I mean, he gave up.  He never came close to the inner peace artists feels when they reach the pinnacle of their work.  A lot of artists don't reach that pinnacle, so Jerry's story is not unique.

But to critique other artist's work before feeling content with your own work, even a feeling of achievement with your own work?  How is Jerry qualified to be an art critic?  Let's put that question aside for a minute.

Art is about growing spiritually.  It's a means to an end, unless your a commercial artist, in which case you do art for a living.  Let me speak personally.  I've achieved the pinnacle in spirituality in my art.  Basically, I have no reason to continue doing art, unless I want to reproduce the pinnacle I reached.  It's no different that reaching specific goal in your life.  After you reach the goal, are you going to stop there?  Or are you going to continue on to accomplish another goal you've set for yourself?  You're going to continue on, right?

I'm guessing Jerry thinks he's reached the pinnacle of success as an art critic, which gives him the right to write about his failed life as an artist.

But something doesn't add up.

Oh, I know what it is.  Jerry Saltz is a fake, just like his new Twitter account.  Let me put that another way.
Jerry failed as an artist, so what would make me believe he's succeeded as an art critic?  That sounds right.

Please allow me to give you an example.  In his article, Jerry's attempts to show empathy, even to the extent of giving a fair shake to any artist regardless of there status in the world, is nothing less than a mish mash of a corporate mission statement and an equal opportunity employer poster that you find on the walls of most businesses:

Having been an artist, I see it very differently. I see myself as part of this great broken beautiful art-world family of gypsies, searching and yearning and in pain — and under pressure, doing things that they have to do. I refuse to believe this spirit has left the art world even though I comprehend that this exquisite internal essence is now buried under loads of external bullshit. I know almost every artist wakes up at 3 a.m. in a cold sweat thinking that the bottom has fallen out of their work. That each of us is self-taught and some kind of outsider. I want to celebrate, examine, describe, and judge this otherness, outsiderness, and try to see if an artist’s vision is singular, surprising, and energized in its own original way. My vision wasn’t, at least in ways I was able to realize in those 10 or 12 years. I didn’t have the ability and fortitude. That’s why I always look for it in others — root for it in others — even when the work is ugly or idiotic. I want every artist, good and bad, to clear away the demons that stopped me, feel empowered, and be able to make their own work so we can see the “real” them. It’s why I look hard at every artist, at the well-known and the rich as well as the late bloomers, bottom-feeders, outsiders, and eccentrics. Since it’s nearly a miracle that I finally ended up in the art world as a critic — something I never wanted to be — I want every artist to have a shot, to see that power, access, and agency is in their hands. It’s why I value clarity and accessibility in criticism over all the jargon we usually get. I want critics to be as radically vulnerable in their work as I know artists are in theirs.

Folks, I'm not talking out my ass here.  I approached Jerry about the documented spirit in a painting I did, and he flippantly dismissed it as Zombie Formalism without any investigation or geniune interest that there could be something very interesting in my work.  He's an arrogant asshole, and what you read above couldn't be further from the truth about what kind of person Jerry Saltz really is.

If Jerry had the balls, he'd reply to this post, but that won't happen.  He's living the dream.

Listen, we're all hypocrites at some point in our lives, but this article is not about exposing hypocrites.

This article is about exposing a straight up fake, Jerry Saltz.
Here's the press release I put out on "Pierre," The Only Documented Spirit in A Painting

By the way, "Pierre" stars in a horror comedy novel I recently wrote called Wee Wee's World.

You can read the original article and more about "Pierre," The only documented spirit in a painting here:  Pierre

-Greg Furie

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