by Kevin Freitas
The following is a philosophical reflection on the manner in which we collect things, whether it is art, souvenirs, or stories. In doing so, we reveal to the world how we picture ourselves through the lens of an inanimate object.
These thoughts were also reassembled under the auspice of a performance piece, held at Four Walls Gallery in San Diego, in December of 2007. The performance was entitled Collecting Dust and Other Things. Fourteen members, collectively speaking of course, willing participants in San Diego’s artistic community were reassembled over the course of a month for a series of interviews and discussions about their involvement within it. All the while having their hair cut in the gallery turned hair salon. The clientele was as follows: Patricia Frischer, Kevin Freitas, Michelle Robinson, Monica Hoover, Hugh Davies, David White, Kinsee Morlan, Emily Fierer, Lea Caughlan, Carly Delso-Saavedra, Betti-Sue Hertz, Larry Caveney, Doug Simay and Luis De Jesus. The interviews were then gathered into a limited publication, and I was asked to write the introduction which you will find in its entirety below.
Finally, this commentary attempts to put into perspective the roles and objectives of the performers who participated, in relationship to what is missing within their artistic community and their needs, along with possible solutions to satisfy them. I’m dusting this essay off so to speak because a lot has changed within the community since. A little more than a year and a half later, many of its members — in fact almost half of them interviewed — have left town or closed their operations. The battle for consistency and longevity is far from being won and considering current economic times, jobless rate, cash flow and the rest, it might be awhile before we start to re-build or continue to build San Diego’s arts scene.
The stats:
Four Walls Gallery closed last month.
Kinsee Morlan, CityBeat’s arts editor, moved to Colorado.
Emily Fierer, co-owner of Spacecraft Gallery in North Park, closed its doors months ago.
Lea Caughlan, President of the North Park Nights association and co-owner of the Rubber Rose Boutique — currently its sole proprietor — has been forced to cut her space down to 1/3 its original size.
Carly Delso-Saavedra left the Rubber Rose.
Betti-Sue Hertz left her job as curator of the San Diego Museum of Art. Her boss, museum director Derrick Cartwright, recently did the same.
Doug Simay, owner of Simayspace Gallery, closed its doors. However, I’m happy to report that Doug currently resides on the Board of the Oceanside Museum of Art.
Hugh Davies is still at the helm of the MCASD after 25 years, perhaps he should start thinking about taking up golf in Palm Springs.
And finally, Subtext a small gallery and bookstore located in Little Italy, after three years of being open to the public is now open by appointment only. I suppose this is to accommodate the working of a normal 9 to 5 job to pay the rent.
The rest of us thankfully, all of us I hope, manage to keep our activities both little & large, going.
Patricia Frischer
Kevin Freitas
Michelle Robinson
Monica Hoover
David White
Larry Caveney
Luis De Jesus
Introduction
We are all collectors to a certain degree. It is perhaps the connotations, prestige, and expectations that are associated with collecting, say, for example in the arts, that separates the true collectors from the penny well. You could easily spend your lifetime buying and collecting white tube socks because you like how they look and feel when you wear them, but it is unlikely that you would be considered a collector — a consumer yes, strange maybe, but definitely not a connoisseur. It seems the difference between buying the same brand of Levis or Gap jeans over and over again — which, arguably, is a form of collecting brand names — and collecting Coco Chanel perfume bottles, is the difference between the object desired and its utilitarian function. After all, how many Salt-and-Pepper shakers can you shake before you return to the first ones you bought after tiring of cycling through the hundreds of sets you otherwise own? Not many I would imagine.
This is because when collecting, there’s probably a tipping point to having too much of a good thing. Surely, not all collecting is a form of Gluttony. One might rightfully protest that plenty of what is sitting in any art or natural history museum is, in part, due to the thoughtful foresight and panache of the individual who collected and then donated it — all the Indiana Jones’ of the world aside. However, there’s something about collecting for better or worse that preserves and immortalizes a person’s historical and social rank, which in turn, banks on its future. And in doing so, it also emphasizes the difference between a private and public practice, which begins in private, as – this is my collection only to be seen by friends and family — and later becomes public, as in — here is my gift to the museum.
I don’t buy art in order to leave a mark or to be remembered; clutching at immortality is of zero interest to anyone sane.
— Charles Saatchi
If you believe Saatchi’s assertion, however, then there must be other things which are also collectible that do not give us immortality, but give us the same feelings of satisfaction and preservation, the same “high” that comes with it, without the expense or loss of space. I once worked with a young artist from Washington, D.C., Vanessa Kamp, who like
Collecting Dust and Other Things,” literally collected such “things” as dust, cat and pubic hair, and any other sediments that fell to her apartment floor that she then meticulously compacted into little blocks of grey and brown proboscises displayed on shelves in the style of Donald Judd. Vanessa’s “act,” I believe, is similar to that of collecting and yet another manner of recording time and place. But isn’t it also a testimony to a certain desire or need, that at the same moment is instantly fulfilled? Collecting can become an accurate portrait of someone’s life — their thoughts, physicality, hopes, tragedies, and vision ad nauseam willed upon an object of consumption or passion which supposedly contains an inherent quality or meaning — a thing that has no voice but speaks volumes about its savior and benefactor. It is an illusion of comfort we cannot possess nor attain in our lives that gives us a bit of solace and contentment, and a physical connection with an object that keeps us spiritually weighted and materialistically or financially bound. Do we, therefore, collect because we do not want to be alone?
Collecting probably involves some ancestral reflex rooted in survival that has become diluted over time as the need to survive has been replaced with the question of what to do with leisure. So, instead of foraging for food, we now forage for entertainment. Huddled around the camp fire, safe in numbers and with a full belly, leads naturally to the most ancient and universal form of leisure time — storytelling. Gossip, jokes, and first-hand accounts of tragic or spectacular events are also forms of telling stories in which we have participated, received from other collectors, or parlayed to others in bars, locker rooms, hair salons, board rooms and in the deepest darkest depths of the jungle. We are no longer savage; we only enjoy hearing that we are. Besides, everyone likes a good story, don’t they?
Collecting Dust and Other Things, under the auspices of Four Walls gallery, is a different story altogether. I wonder, as a participant and someone writing this introduction — was this art, an interview, or just talking shop? Or, for that matter, was this reality TV, since everyone knew they were being recorded? It appeared from the outset that we were all invited to come in to get our hair cut. Stylists were present, appointments taken, and clients sat down as stories were clipped from their mouths in the process. Falling to the ground, each raconteur’s history was swept up like dust in Vanessa Kamp’s aforementioned pieces, and then later compiled into neat little stacks of insight and dialogue. How important was the mise en scene to all of this — perhaps little, if you compare it to the goal of organizing a local town meeting. Was it a crash course in cultural anthropology, or a form of participant observation of familiar behavior, collected from a specific group that demonstrated their very different public and private faces?
I believe that the distinctions between a professional self and private persona is very similar to the act of collecting, since we exhibit different sides of our character and personality, to those who are “looking” at or interacting with us. In Collecting Dust and Other Things,” the only characterization it seems required, was to come as you are.
That being the case, it is questionable whether the fourteen or so participants ranging in diversity and profession under the collective umbrella of the arts community as it exists in San Diego — i.e., gallery owners, teachers, curators, museum directors, performance artists, art critics, collectors and the like — revealed themselves entirely. If they did or did not — beyond each person’s stated role here — there would not have been any particular reason, in either case to defend, expound upon, or change the current balance of power and cultural status quo, since it was not required of the exercise. Did we attempt, nevertheless, to leave our own indelible mark upon the work? And did the process yield something vital or useful after all? Were we preaching to the choir or was it an accurate portrait of the city’s artistic health and viability? Yes, we all live and work here — some of us chose to, while others just made their way as they arrived. If there is something to be said about us as actors, it is that we are highly adaptable to artistic and cultural change, and like carpet baggers, we carry our product from town to town.
In fact, it doesn’t really matter where you live until you discover what it is that’s “apparently” missing — or that you don’t have, but need to collect — which, inevitably, is always something. The wealth of information contained in this book, is invaluable where it shifts perceptions of how our seemingly disparate roles overlap, or examines various criteria of individuals or clans working independently within the same cultural milieu, which in the end, have the same problems and needs of exporting Art, with a capital “A,” to the public, and, to each other.
I’ve seen plenty of bumper stickers that suggest we “think globally and act locally,” but often we find ourselves thinking locally as well as acting locally in San Diego. This is not necessarily a problem, per se — except when parameters for effecting change on a community or global level start to dwindle if implementation becomes too narrow or too self-referential. Not unlike the progression that collecting takes as your taste and judgment become more refined — which might be good for discerning vintage wines, but not so great if the actions you take become calculated or less altruistic — it can also have the opposite effect when the intent, focus and challenge becomes how to get noticed or simply, collected.
Who are we collecting — our peers? After all, collecting always involves the choice of one thing at the expense of another, whether it involves friendships, trophies, artists, or the art that they make. An artist can collect galleries, exhibits and collectors just as readily, but at what cost to their careers? In the world of art there are always prizes to win, fortunes to make, and glory just around the very next corner. But there remains one piece — la pièce de résistance — which often remains very elusive. A reward so great that our feeble attempts of support and recognition of each other pales largely before it — namely, the understanding, empathy and appreciation of the general public. The desire to show off one’s collection, although powerful and evident, may just as easily become a numbers game between those that have and those that have not. It can be expected of the collectors to collect art, artists to make it, galleries to show it and museums to archive it. But since the individuals and institutions here are numbered and few, an over reliance on them or other sparse resources at this developmental point in time is hardly conducive to healthy growth.
And that’s where Collecting Dust and Other Things comes in. The individual interviews contained in this book have expressed a panoramic range of personal and professional experiences with concrete examples of their successes, as well as their frustrations — in real time — freely offering their insight and inclinations regarding the arts in San Diego. They were under no obligation to make changes or offer solutions to actual problems, real or imagined. Hopefully free from posturing or presumption I, therefore, offer a couple of proposals for change which continues to build on dialogue, in an attempt to collect more than dust, or at least keep it off the shelf of abandoned desires.
It would be helpful, for example, to decide once and for all that the world of art is going to remain an inclusive machine of production, marketing and sales, in which the production of art is needed in order to generate sales — through either controlling the quality and critically viable interest in that output, which is ultimately derived from the artist’s hands — or accepting that there very likely is a limited amount of spending which could be labeled as art collecting. For instance, we may realize that there are only a few individuals capable of doing these things, and that their “tastes” might not extend to the full gamut of what is available out there, much less locally produced — ditto for galleries, museums and critics, whose choice it is to exhibit and write about what they happen to like. Without a golden rule or playbook to follow, it boils down to a matter of choice and an issue of courage in making decisions, to probe deeply how the system functions, to meld inventiveness with the sense of adventure in occasionally recognizing “masterpieces” in all their multiplicity, and contributing to the discourse in ways that elevate it to a higher art form. Doing so would shift the focus off of who’s doing what, how, and with whom, and place it firmly back onto the art, as it is made, which is where it should ultimately be.
Mostly, however, it’s the sense of value — in offering the public an understanding of how people work and what they actually think — which is deftly promised in Collecting Dust and Other Things, not because the speakers are identified as smarter, but because they believe the public is. If this book or others like it can reach beyond its intended or cherry-picked audience, it may also deliver a wealth of knowledge and power into the hands of individuals, who, by being affected by great work in turn help to provide better access to it. It may also enable the public to respond and comment on a wider menu of artistic content and ideas without diluting the discourse or process, and model the choice to collect in ways that tell the variety of stories we collectively own. Perhaps in the end, I am too a collector — of actions, ideas and quandaries — who is willing to donate my responsibility and faith in the process and the power of art.
