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spune cæ e bine plasat ca s-o øtie, el care a lansat movida de Mexico: o<br />
jerbæ de særbætoriri în jurul galeriilor, cu tineret øi pseudotineret la unison,<br />
arie rezervatæ în mijlocul fantasmagoricei megalopole, înspre zona rezidenflialæ<br />
din Las Llomas. Guggenheim New York inaugureazæ retrospectiva<br />
unui artist contemporan cu dansatoare despuiate pe fundal de raga<br />
la intrare, la baza pîlniei, øi muzicæ tehno reværsatæ în întreg spafliul în formæ<br />
de melc (mæ gîndeam la Wright venind de la Talyasin pentru a-i vizita pe<br />
comanditarii muzeului în anii ’50, debarcînd în oraø din caleaøcæ, dupæ ce<br />
refuzase un taxi, øi întrebînd „What’s that?“ dinaintea colecfliei lor de Klee,<br />
Mondrian, Malevici, Kandinski etc.).<br />
„We are all beautiful“ exclamæ doamna de culoarea Caraibelor, iarna ca<br />
øi vara (nu e de culoare), acoperitæ de coliere, pierrot lunaire „færæ vîrstæ“<br />
(speræ ea): permanent în stare de ebrietate, sprijinindu-se de însoflitorul<br />
ei în floale scumpe – „A purest poet and a close friend…“. Artistul amfitrion<br />
aøteaptæ sus, la ultima volutæ a muzeului, întreaga albeaflæ a spafliului<br />
fiind stræpunsæ de stræfulgeræri de lumini colorate – un omagiu la adresa<br />
Stones-ilor øi-a lui Velvet, în preajma unei „capele“ deschise spiritualitæflii<br />
færæ granifle, „a noastræ“, reaminteøte el, conceputæ, presupun, pentru a<br />
desævîrøi in gloria, înælflætor, evenimentul. El va decora mai apoi o altæ capelæ,<br />
la Napoli, în vreme ce gunoaiele se îngræmædesc deja în oraø – o tradiflie<br />
localæ de care vorbeau deja Goethe øi Malaparte.<br />
La Beijing, în cartierul artelor la scaræ chinezæ – un întreg arondisment parizian<br />
–, unde se îngræmædesc mao-pop øi pop de recoltæ memorabilæ [pop<br />
millésime], neo-pop made in China øi artiøti contemporani de renume,<br />
creativitatea chinezæ e promovatæ precum alte mærfuri de lux. Preflurile<br />
sînt aceleaøi ca la Basel sau la New York. La fel ca-n cazul ceasurilor, gadgeturilor<br />
din materii preflioase, veømintelor semnate, afacerile merg strunæ.<br />
Brizbizuri scumpe. Ubicuitate a luxului. Hilaritate generalæ, care te face<br />
sæ regrefli frenezia pætatæ cu spleen, jumate real, jumate jucat, a lost generation<br />
– acum aproape un secol deja. Spirit care se bælæceøte într-un „Spleen<br />
færæ <strong>idea</strong>l“.<br />
Cum zicea, perplexæ, o prietenæ, mare colecflionar de-o jumætate de veac,<br />
la ieøirea de la un vernisaj: „Acum existæ mai mulfli artiøti decît instalatori“.<br />
Versiune de masæ, realizatæ, a fægæduinflelor lui Beuys la Kassel în epoca<br />
Rote Fraktion, care le reluau pe-un ton lipsit de ironie pe-ale suprarealismului<br />
de dupæ ræzboi: „oricine poate fi artist“, corijate în „oricine e artist“.<br />
Cum zice dictonul italian: „Troppa grazia, Sant’ Antonio!“.<br />
În arta contemporanæ nici vorbæ de s-booms (neologism italian pentru:<br />
descreøtere, crizæ: pæresimi). Corabia înainteazæ, cu cîrma bine flinutæ, prin<br />
furtunile financiare, bræzdînd apele agitate. Culmi mereu depæøite într-o<br />
supralicitare færæ limite. Nu conteazæ ce teritoriu, regiune, judefl, naflie, land,<br />
ghost-town îøi înalflæ propriile prelate sub care se înghesuie „publicul“, negustorii,<br />
aspiranflii, veline-le (animatoare TV italiene în aøteptarea succesului).<br />
Artistul care vrea acolo are aerul unui vucumprà (imigranfli semiclandestini<br />
care rætæcesc vara pe plajele italiene). Face turul galeriilor øi, ca orice<br />
încurcæ-treabæ, e expediat dintr-o clipire. Artiøtii øi peøtii care au vad, ei<br />
parcurg un interminabil Tur planetar. Ale cærui etape sînt Art fairs. Te întrebi<br />
cum rezistæ ei, numai cæ o fac mai degrabæ prost. Banii îi grizeazæ øi<br />
apoi îi degrizeazæ, iar afacerile continuæ sæ se-nvîrtæ.<br />
Asta a început pe vremea Factory, uzina de confecflionat succes a lui Andy.<br />
Bob Zelig din New Jersey, alias Dylan, devine pentru scurtæ vreme preacher<br />
cu ghitara, în acelaøi timp în care cocaina bate stînjeneala postresidential<br />
area in Las Llomas. Guggenheim, New York hosts the opening of a<br />
contemporary artist, with naked dancers on the sound of ragas at the entrance,<br />
at the base of the dome, and techno-music invading the whole snail-shaped<br />
space (I was thinking of Wright coming from Talyasin to visit the pay-masters<br />
of the future museum in the ’50s, reaching in the city in a carriage after refusing<br />
a cab and asking “What’s that?” before their collection of Klee, Mondrian,<br />
Malevich, Kandinsky etc.).<br />
“We are all beautiful” says the lady of a Caribbean color, both in the winter and<br />
in the summer (she is not “coloured”), covered by necklaces. An “ageless”<br />
(she hopes) pierrot lunaire, constantly inebriated, bearing against her companion<br />
wearing expensive clothes – “A purest poet and a close friend...” The host<br />
artist waits upstairs, at the last turn of the museum and the entire whitish space<br />
is penetrated by flashes of colored light – a homage paid to the Stones and the<br />
Velvet, next to a chapel open to the “borderless” spirituality, which is “ours”,<br />
as he reminds, created, I suppose, in order to complete the event in gloria, in<br />
an inspiring manner. Next, he will decorate another chapel in Naples, while the<br />
garbage is already pilling up the city – a local tradition of which Goethe and<br />
Malaparte have already talked about.<br />
In Beijing, in the art neighborhood of a Chinese scale – an entire Parisian district<br />
– where one can find crowded mao-pop and good pop [pop millésime], neo-pop<br />
made in China and renowned European artists, Chinese creativity is being promoted<br />
like any other luxury products. The prices match those in Basel or New<br />
York. The same as with watches, the precious metals gadgets and the designers’<br />
clothes, the business is going strong. Expensive ornaments. A ubiquitous luxury.<br />
A general hilarity, which makes one regret the frenzy tainted with the half real,<br />
half staged spleen of the lost generation – already almost a century ago.<br />
A self-indulgent spirit of “Spleen without <strong>idea</strong>l”.<br />
In the perplexed words of a friend, a serious and famed collector for half a century,<br />
after an opening: “Now there are more artists than plumbers.” An accomplished<br />
mass version of Beuys’ promises made in Kassel during the Rote Fraktion’<br />
years, which reproduced, in a version lacking irony, those of the postwar surrealists:<br />
“everybody can be an artist” redressed as “everybody is an artist”. Just like<br />
the Italian saying: “Troppa grazia, Sant’ Antonio!”.<br />
No sign of s-booms (this is an Italian neologism for decrease, crisis: “fast”) in<br />
contemporary art. The ship goes on, well driven, amidst the financial storms,<br />
cutting through the stirred waters. Heights ever surpassed, in a limitless overbid.<br />
It doesn’t matter what territory, region, county, nation, land, ghost-town raises<br />
its own tents under which “the crowd” crams, the sellers, the aspirants, the<br />
veline girls (Italian entertainers looking for success). The artist who wants to be<br />
there looks like a vucumprà (quasi-clandestine immigrants wandering on the<br />
Italian beaches during the summer). He tours the galleries and, just like any<br />
goof, is sent away on the spot. The artist and the pimps who can sell: they travel<br />
in an endless planetary tour. Its stops are the art-fairs. One could wonder how<br />
they manage and the truth is they do pretty badly. Money inebriates them and<br />
then de-inebriates them while the business keeps rolling.<br />
This has started in Andy’s Factory. Bob Zelig from New Jersey, alias Dylan,<br />
becomes a guitar preacher, while cocaine discards the post-Vietnam embarrassment.<br />
“Paradise Now” and Apocalypse Now tucked under the same blanket.<br />
A hecatomb of junkies. The savior is awaited. What does come is the long reagonomics<br />
– which lasts even today. Art, glamorous like the “Morocco” night-club<br />
in New York. Evening parties. They keep returning to the “lost generation”, the<br />
interwar period – modern prehistory. “Damned and beautiful”, in the city just<br />
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