Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Artist stereotypes have been circulating through my head. They all hold a grain of truth of course:
The Diva: The artist who feels special, who feels that installing her work deserves a fleet of personnel, gallery assistants, celebratory dinners and also some pity for how hard it is to be an artist.
The Intense Weirdo: The artist who can’t seem to have a conversation about anything except death, philosophy and life’s deeper layers.
The Anti-Social Snob: The artist who never wants to be with anyone, who hates parties, who never does anything to “join in.”
Of late, I can most relate to the anti-social snob. Can someone explain why chit-chat is in fact necessary?