I work at a corporation and last Friday I was walking out the warehouse door, I park in the back, and I saw one of my favorite pieces of art they own being wheeled on a large dolly by a maintenance man over to the door to one of the various vaults in the building. This one is an archive of all the art the company owns. I got to thinking about how sad art can be. There was a piece purchased by the company of a hard working, thoughtful and rather well know artist being tagged and filed away into a dark dusty rack. I would imagine a lot of art is like that. Museums, collectors, companies all purchase art and then tuck it a way when not on view or for protection. I understand the reasons, lack of wall space, protecting investments but still art was meant to be looked at right? I think it is the ultimate anecdote to the rejection of the art object. Anyways, I’ll always have my books.
