Emma Sulkowicz Gives Me Hope June 6, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
I’d just like to thank Emma Sulkowicz (the mattress/homegrown porn girl from Columbia) for changing my perspective on art and my lack of talent as an artist. You see, I had always thought that art had no place for a guy like me – I’m simply a disaster at drawing, painting, sculpting . . . even photography. Watching Sobek put up his dang art posts just added to my humiliation and feelings of inadequacy.
But now I know that even a no-talent guy like me has a place in the art world. All I have to do is carry a mattress around, and by golly, that’s something I can do and do well. Suck it, Sobek.
Just look at the reviews she got (from Wikipedia):
The art world responded with enthusiasm to Mattress Performance. Artnet cited it as “almost certainly … one of the most important artworks of the year,” comparing it to Ana Mendieta’s Untitled (Rape Scene) (1973) and Suzanne Lacy and Leslie Labowitz-Starus’s Three Weeks in May (1977). Performance artist Marina Abramović praised it. New York Times art critic Roberta Smith described it as “strict and lean, yet inclusive and open ended, symbolically laden yet drastically physical,” writing that comparisons to the Stations of the Cross and Hester Prynne’s scarlet letter were apparent. Jerry Saltz, art critic for New York Magazine, included it in his list of the best 19 art shows of 2014, calling “clear, to the point, insistent, adamant … pure radical vulnerability.”
I’ll admit that her reviews were somewhat better than mine, which have thus far consisted of my wife yelling, “Don’t get your sweat on that mattress and watch out for that lamp!” But I’m sure that’s just because I haven’t found my audience yet.
Or maybe it’s because I still don’t understand art. I have to confess that when I saw pictures of Ms. Sulkowicz and her mattress, it didn’t occur to me that it might be “symbolically laden yet drastically physical.” My thinking was more along the lines of a dorm relocation issue or a medical situation involving either narcolepsy or nymphomania. And honestly, my impression hasn’t changed since, so I’m apparently not experiencing much artistic growth.
But my limitations will soon be a thing of the past, because now there’s a new medium to work in: amateur porn. She has created a novel art genre wherein unattractive people have uninspired sex recorded with abysmal cinematography, yet receive great reviews. I can totally do that.
But this time, given the medium, I won’t say, “suck it, Sobek.”