“In a time of universal deceit – telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” George Orwell

“In a time of universal deceit – telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” George Orwell


To continue with the topic from last post, I shall name this rant:

“Let the one who has never used an Instagram filter throw the first stone!”

Let’s be honest: We are all addicted to Internet and social networks. In 2014, when everything seems to be one click away it’s getting harder and harder to tell where url ends and url begins.

But how real are the things we experience online? How true are the feelings, ideas, thoughts of our url lives?

It’s almost like everyone with an instagram or FB account has turned into either a great liar or a great curator, whatever the difference may be.

Since we don’t have to be present, or even ourselves, internet has made lying easier than ever. We have tools, such as filters, photoshop and even spelling assistants to make us appear how we yearn to be portrayed– add physical distance to the mix and you can become the greatest con artist in the world.

Let’s focus a little bit, though, on this cornucopia of easy-deceit tools and their use in the art world. Art in itself has a long courting relationship with lies, one may even dare to say that art is a lie point blank. Why?

Cause that’s the magic of it, quite simply.

Free of attachments to dogmas, it is an open field where anything goes, where the artists’ “job” is to make us suspend disbelief in the same way a new date on match.com or grindr might. Now, let’s imagine this: how much better of a liar is an artist on grindr/match.com? will he/she do better at dating?

If any of you artists want to try this little experiment, please let me know. I’m anxious to know if we, art folk, have better lying skills or if I’m just being the usual delusional me.



The artist is present … Jay-Z performs Picasso Baby for six hours in front of a crowd at New York’s Pace Gallery. Photograph: Raymond Hall/FilmMagic



‎10‎:‎37‎ ‎PM

I can’t get over Picasso baby

i’m not going to critique jay-z but rather the art world…..i’m just gonna rant about the fact that i can’t get over jerry saltz “rapping” along with him.


for those of you living under a rock with a crappy internet connection, jay z released a song, ‘picasso baby’, with an accompanying video “picasso baby: a performance art film,” shot in july 10 2013 at the pace gallery in ny. needless to say it was an event catered to the ny art world, and among the attendees were marina abramovic, andres serrano, george condo, bill powers, sandra gering and of course our dear jerry….


what still gets me is that this performance was touted by jay z with gems like “art and rap are like cousins, we’re not that different y’know?” and “art should be close for everyone”.

butttttttttt, and this is what got me over the edge and makes me talk about this event to this day: why, if he really wanted to be with the people, would he have the show at an art gallery, with the in crowd? …i mean, really: if jerry saltz, who’s generally outspoken and unafraid to call others out, was invited and agreed to show up, and seemed to be having fun while looking like a complete dork, isn’t this proof enough that the whole thing was just plain bs?!


isn’t this just a way for the art world to say to those who are desperate to get in ‘come, entertain us’, how we would talk to a child, or a monkey that knows its way with a skateboard?


and the biggest red flag of all: the kardashian of the art world, our dear marina abramovic was there, stealing the spotlight, acting like a true “performance artist” woul, sketchy and staring, staring, staring, staring…did i mention, staring?


and then there’s jerry, trying to ‘play’ himself, the art critic that answers to whatever jay z was rapping with a poignant line, trying to come off as smart…sorry jerry, but you ended up looking like a true gringo who sucks at the lambada


the whole thing was a true inside job, and i appreciate the attempt but, next time, mr jay z, try a different guest list


anyway, that jay z, he’s got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one