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Photo: M.V. Jantzen
A fire dance performance at Artomatic 2008.
DEAR ARTOMATIC… PLEASE come back in 2021!
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hat would be the best DMV sign that things are getting back to normal and the end of The Covidian Age. If you are an artist or art lover reading this post, then chances are that you already know what ARTOMATIC is and all about this amazing spectacle. But just in case, a little review. Over the last few decades, about once a year or so, under the guiding hand of a board of hardworking artists and volunteers, a large, unoccupied building in the Greater Washington, DC area is identified, and eventually filled with hundreds of artists’ works, loads of theatre and dance performances, panels, and everything associated with breathing a powerful breath of energy into the Greater DC art scene. Let’s review: The idea behind ARTOMATIC is simple: find a large, empty building somewhere in the city; work with the building owners, and then allow any artist who wants to show their work help with staging the show, pay a small fee and work a few hours 14 | February 2021
assisting with the show itself. Any artist. Artists love ARTOMATIC, but most DC area art critics hate it. Why? I think that in order to write a proper, ethical review of ARTOMATIC, a writer must spend hours walking several floors of art, jam-packed into hundreds of rooms, bathrooms, closets and stairs. And I think that this is one of the main reasons that most art critics love to hate this show. It overwhelms them with visual offerings and forces them to develop a “glance and judge” attitude towards the artwork. It’s a lot easier to carpet bomb a huge show like this than to do a surgical strike to try to find the great art buried by the overwhelming majority that constitutes the great democratic pile of so-so artwork and really bad artwork. Add on top of that, an outdated, but “alive and kicking” elitist attitude towards an open show, where anyone and everyone who calls him or herself an artist can exhibit, sans the sanitizing and allknowing eye of the latest trendy curator, and you have a perfect
formula for elitist dismissing of this show, without really looking at it. Practically every art critic and every art writer that I know is a liberal in nearly everything that faces them… except when it comes to an “open” show. This harsh and elitist attitude towards art is not new or even modern. It was the same attitude that caused the emergence of the salons of the 19th century, where only artists that the academic intelligentsia deemed good enough were exhibited. As every art student who almost flunked art history knows, towards the latter half of that century, the artists who had been rejected from the salons (because they didn’t fit the formula of good art) organized their own Salon Des Refuses, sort of a 19th century Parisian Art-O-Matique. And a lot, in fact most of the work in the Salon Des Refuses was quite feh! but amongst the dreck there were also pearls like Manet’s Le Dejeuner sur ‘Herbe (Luncheon in the Grass), Monet’s Impression: Sunrise, (and we all know what art “ism” that title gave birth to) and an odd and memorable
looking portrait of a young lady in white (The White Girl, Symphony in White, No. 1) by an American upstart by the name of James McNeill Whistler. Everyone who was anyone in the art world hated and dismissed this anti-salon exhibition; except for the only one that really counts: Art
Photos: David Baker
History. But how does a writer cover an arts extravaganza of the size of ARTOMATIC once the eyes and mind become numb after the 200th artist, or the 400th or the 1,000th? As an art critic, I once started a review of a past
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