Growing up with the Detroit Institute of Arts, I was always…eeeeeehhhh and I didn’t know why. My husband felt the same way. It lacks something indefinable.
I make a point when traveling to get into the museums when the opportunity allows. I’ve done Chicago (2nd favorite), National Museum (my favorite), MoMA and a few others and I realize that Detroit is like a Garage Sale or Basement Pictures (as in some major gallery finds a Renoir has no place to hang it so Detroit gets it.) Really, I can’t blame anyone. Detroit is trying to turn itself around from its cesspool of an image .
Still, it is a wonderbar thing to be able to have the opportunity to view any artist of any medium ( good, bad and dropped in urine) in the freeworld.
And since no one is reading this, I would like to share with you Art Dopers my little happy pipe dream that will never happen.
I would love to buy up all the garage sale art that isn’t bad, but isn’t good and sometimes down right creepy. And hang it in a museum store front, by a university, and sell it to college students and poor young things at affordable rates. Often in combination with Open Keg Night.
Y’know, affordable art that is easy to get more of and isn’t snobby in anyway.