i just finished modeling this new piece in faience. i still have to paint and bake it.





meu material de referência, na maior parte /
my reference material, for the most part
o que eu faço com isso agora @ / what i do with it now @:
www.tiagocarneirodacunha.net





Baker revolutionized the market for U.S. Treasury debt, traditionally a sleepy haven for long-term investors, into a system of tranches in which variously amortized Treasury products furiously competed with each other on the open market. Today’s hedge funds essentially mimicked this model, in which debt became king, on the theory that we are all mortal, debt will always be with us, and debt can always be restructured and rolled over with slices off the top forming an unlimited tide of profit opportunity.
This not-so-brave new world also transformed the nature of fine art as a financial instrument. The best art became a fulcrum for swapping, loans and value appreciation. We are now on the verge of a Depression. If you doubt me, turn on CNBC and watch their analysts repeat the same mantra 24/7: "We know nothing."
What this means for art is a return to the tired old verities of uniqueness and connoisseurship. The implications of such a reality over the next year are as follows: Conceptualism is dead. Artists as interpreters of esoteric events, from their daily perambulations to global warming, are dead in the water. Painting will be prized, but many of the overpriced contemporaries will be downsized. Look for a new appreciation for artists such George McNeil, Catherine Murphy, late-career Francis Picabia, Richard Estes, Jules Olitski, Kerry James Marshall, Al Held, Wayne Thiebaud, David Park -- in other words, artists with a traditional painterly view of the universe.
What follows from this is that individual works will be prized on the market over the artist-branding that has driven the market for 20 years. There will (finally!) be distinctions made between individual Doigs and Rauchs, and, hell, Frankenthalers.
Traditional, recently undervalued, areas of the art market will rebound, precisely because of the new premium on genuine connoisseurship. These include Old Master drawings, Pop prints from the ‘60s, Ash Can School, postwar sculpture that you can hold in your hands, even now-eclipsed ‘80s stars like Judy Rifka, Rebecca Howland, Robin Winters and Richard Bosman. The point will be to glean the few masterpieces from the above and make specific markets for them.
Chinese contemporary is over, for awhile, but since China holds one trillion dollars in U.S. debt, the surreal possibility which I broached in a column last spring that the Chinese perspective could become the dominant orientation in contemporary is a strong possibility.
Finally, for true connoisseurs of contemporary, bargains will be everywhere for those left with cash to spend, as evening sales will look like day sales and many good things will go for ten cents on the dollar. Hopefully, auction house fixes will be a thing of the past, as high rollers should balk at playing the game, and perhaps auction land will be a true, sort-of democratic market again. We can only hope!
Publicada em 21/08/2007 às 00h06m
O Globo e O Globo OnlineRIO - Quando faltava comida em casa, Iara, de 24 anos, saía perambulando pelas ruas da Penha, de Bonsucesso e Ramos, pedindo esmola, puxando pela mão seus três irmãos menores. Doente mental, a mãe era aposentada do INSS. O pai morrera cedo. Desde então, ela já trabalhou muito, sempre sem carteira assinada, distribuindo panfleto em sinal de trânsito, de balconista em farmácia e, por último, foi para o calçadão de Copacabana fazer programa. Conseguiu um barraco na Favela de Vigário Geral, mobiliou "com jogo de sofá" e arrumou um namorado, sujeito esforçado, integrante de uma ONG. Mas traficantes de Parada de Lucas invadiram Vigário depois de anos de rivalidade.
- Os vizinhos ligaram pra mim, dizendo que os traficantes de Lucas tinham estado no meu barraco, me procurando pelo nome, dizendo que iam me matar e tacar fogo na minha casa. Não pude voltar. Perdi tudo. A minha casa já foi alugada para o tráfico. A da minha mãe, que também foi expulsa, já até passou para o nome de uma outra pessoa, foi registrado lá na associação de moradores. (cont.)
