From The
Archives Of Franz Golder's Art World-In Defense Of Art Critic Laura Perkins
By Eric Saint
James
Despite what the
general public may think the art world is a monstrously dark and dungeon-like
place, a place where no quarter is given, none taken where cannibalism is the
rule of the day not the exception. Not the art works or the place but the ragamuffin
denizens from the starchy volunteer guides to the low-life art gallery owners
who plague the markets and who drain the life’s blood out of whatever elevation
of human culture even the most contrite and unworthy artist had sweated blood
and tears to offer on the altar. What I can’t abide is bullying by the professional
cabal from bottom to top of those who have some serious interest art, have some
knowledge and who dare to give an opinion not totally in step with whoever is the
arbiter of the day, usually some airhead professional art critic who is
secretly “on the take,” raking in kale from the gallery owners and auctioneers.
Case in point and
the reason that part of my headline read the way it does is that of art critic Laura
Perkins in her seemingly never-ending battle with one Clarence Dewar, art
critic, make that professional art critic for Art Today. In his erudite
reasoning Mr. Dewar has cast aspersions on a series of articles that Ms.
Perkins has done one pieces of art and artists who interest her. Why? Ms.
Perkins does not belong to the club, is not a professional art critic and therefore
should hold her tongue until Mr. Dewar or one of the brethren sends down the
word from on high. The beauty of my writing of this particular bum of the month
whose last important utterance occurred when he was about six months old is that
I know where the bodies are buried, I know where he got his material from and I
know who he sucked up to on his long road down into the dungeon. I stake my
name that you will not hear peep one about me and my status from one Clarence
Dewar, art critic, professional art critic for Art Today so these are
all free shots.
The particular
reason that I am standing here in defense of Ms. Perkins, who truth to tell I
only know vaguely through my friendship with Josh Breslin, is that old Clarence
has recently taken her to task for incorrectly attributing an artwork (see
below) by the modern painter Franz Golder assuming that the delicate beauty and
use of light could only have been done some Flemish or Dutch painter from the
school of Hals or Van Brick. Maybe a mistake but hardly the end of the world since
Golder admired immensely his Dutch and Flemish forebears. Dewar’s assertion
that Ms. Perkins should take up crocheting rather than get jostled by the travails
of art identification is belied by his own “mistake” which believe it or not caused
a raucous in the art world back in the late 1960s when he was under the thumb
of Clement Greenberg.
Dear Clarence He
had gone on and on about some Dutch painter, frankly I forget who and how he has
captured nature to perfection in his floral arrangement. The truth: it was impossible
for the artist, yes, someone from the school of Van Brick now that I think
about it, to have done the painting from nature since the flowers used blossomed
at different times of the year. I know this will do no good, but Clarence back
off or I will spill many more beans.