Forget Fear? Forget this Biennale!
Forget Fear was the title of the Berlin Biennale. The opening night ceremonies began with a very earnest “performance” of “occupy” which was the overall theme for the exhibition. I am at a loss as to why a group of young artists would use the same methods of protest that their parents and grandparents used in a century where we have the internet, but for some reason they felt that sitting in a room and chanting “slogans” would be a really cutting edge idea. In my opinion, activism has a platform on which to preach. It needs to stay out of the art world.
Enough about this failure of an event. On to Berlin and art.
After walking for hours, I have come to the realization that artists are so connected as the result of the Internet, that the art in art galleries, at least in the U.S. and in Europe, looks pretty much the same. With the exception of a few local German artists, I did not walk away with a sense of anything different. I did, however, walk away with the definite impression that the gallery system is a broken system of distribution.
So, I am leaving Berlin today. Taking the train to London. I leave Berlin, in awe of its Jewish Museum, ho-hum on its art scene, and with a beautiful dusty rose pink satin ecru lace bra and thong, purchased at a gorgeous lingerie store called Miau Miau that is going to display my book. 😉