Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Tuesday Arts Agenda

DCist's Tuesday Arts Agenda is here.

Kirkland on Schrager

J.T. Kirkland reviews Victor Schrager at Adamson Gallery on DCist.

Correcting Green

From Tyler Green's Modern Art Notes:

Here in DC I've noticed that people are doing less talking and more writing. DCist, part of the often poorly-behaved -ist empire, has rounded up a few arts bloggers and encouraged them to review area shows for publication on DCist. Sure, DCist had a false start or two -- notably a gallery owner and dealer wrote reviews until blogger Kriston Capps called DCist on it --

I am the linkless "gallery owner and dealer" that Green mentions (he conveniently omitted blogger), but considering that Green once wrote that "I [Green] make sure that items... are accurate before they go up on MAN. It doesn't go on MAN if it is wrong, could be wrong or might be wrong. It only goes on MAN if it is solid and accurate. I check things."

Mr. Green: I've never written a review for DCist.

What I did do for DCist, for about four or five weeks, was to provide them with a listing of gallery openings and visual arts events cut and pasted from the many news releases that the galleries send me. It was an attempt on my part to help spread the word, through DCist's huge reading public, about the DC art scene.

What Green regurgitates today is that last March blogger Kriston Capps on G.P. wrote that:
"It's bitchy of me to say— and I don't know the extent to which Lenny Campello of DC Art News contributes or what Cyndi Spain [the DCist Arts Editor] has to say on the subject— but I twitch whenever I see a feature with Lenny's name attached on DCist about work on display at the gallery he operates. I don't doubt the conviction Lenny clearly feels about the art he represents or enjoys, and I don't think that it's unreasonable that he writes about artists he represents on his own blog. But you really can't don the critic's cap when you're a producer in the community."
Rather than drag DCist through an unwarranted ethics debate, I immediately quit contributing directly to DCist, who published this statement.

After nearly sixty back and forth comments in response to that G.P posting, including several by Green (including a childish one on March 14 at 7:40PM), I believe that some issues had been ironed out, and I did and still disagree with the premise that a gallery owner cannot write art criticism (which I never did for DCIst) is flawed and ridiculous.

Unlike Green's own writing career, which started four or five years ago and was succinctly profiled by the Washington City Paper, I've been writing about art since 1977 (and about DC art since 1993) and have no intention of stopping on his or anyone else's account. At the time, I thought that my contributions to DCist, which were simply listings of other galleries shows, would be good for our art scene.

You see, what a self-proclaimed elitist, and an arts newbie and gallery-world outsider like Green does not know yet (he'll learn with experience), is that the best thing for art galleries, is more art galleries.

And in order to have more art galleries, then all galleries have to do well, and then a city's cultural tapestry grows and becomes stronger. In helping to promote other galleries via what I do here at DC Art News and what was being used by the DCist Arts Editor to publicize openings, etc., I had hoped to help expand our area's gallery scene and this helps all galleries, including mine.

But now Green, who although living here in DC, generally manages to avoid informing his 900 or so daily online visitors about anything dealing with the DC art scene, other than the DC museum show here or there, or bitching about pandas and Corcoran conspiracies, has wasted his precious informative online resources to add unwarranted negativity aimed at DCist and at me.

I've never met Tyler Green and have no idea what he looks like; I've corresponded with him via email and even once or twice invited him out for a beer.

Enough niceties; I hope that I never meet him and will avoid doing so, for at any given place the plebian Brooklyn in me may resurface and he may now be one beer away from a well-deserved ass kicking.