Capitalism. That is the operative word here.
The best way I can describe this event is a favela of washed up night class proteges showing off their pastel “masterpieces” with the hopes of having their work hung over the basement toilet of some blind 90-year-old patron.
Salt Lake City has an incredible underground art scene (Most likely because of the dominant Mormon culture.). So why are none of these young artists at the Art Festival?
I asked around and apparently the renting space will cost an arm, leg, torso, and your first born child. There must be a financially plausible way to promote the works of young artists instead of these aspiring guest-room flesh bags. It seems as though a lot of the young artists would like the chance to SHOW their work, not sell, but SHOW. By just having art for show, you get that thought of, “Would I hang this in my house?” out of your head. Instead you would have a public forum creating discourse based on works of art.
I’m sorry, but the only thing resulting from an 8 x 11 carbon copy of mid-Utah landscapes is an afternoon of mourning for the young. Which makes me wonder… was this what befell the merchant class of Flanders/Holland? In an environment dominated by a large middle class with the ability to spend money on art, I would not be surprised.
Do not get me entirely wrong, there were a couple of artists that had something worth looking at. But if this Art Festival is to be a representation of Utah’s art… it’s as sad and fucked up as Utah’s politics.
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