By now most of you have probably read the New York Magazine story about how artists Patricia Silva and Eric Clinton Anderson mistakenly mistook dealer Gavin Brown‘s car for a relational aesthetics piece and took it for a joy ride. While out they posted pictures of Brown’s parking tickets on critic Jerry Saltz’s facebook page.
This seems an unusual misunderstanding to me, but Patricia Silva and Eric Clinton Anderson seem genuine about their claim that this was the case. Still, for two artists who lead a dealer to believe his car had been stolen, you’d think there’d be an apology online somewhere. I see a lot of gleeful posting about what a funny mistake it was, but going through Jerry Saltz’ facebook page and his post, I’m at a loss to find the words “I’m sorry”. Maybe I’ve missed it, but if I were in their position I’d make sure my apology was front and center the hopes of curtailing the perception of assholery. Certainly, I see very little respect for Brown’s privacy by nearly everyone involved what with pictures of his parking tickets now scattered around the internet.
Needless to say, I’m not surprised Brown left the following comment on NYMag two days ago:
“Dear Eric and Patricia.
You took my car. I am happy for you on so many levels, but don’t disguise it as anything other than a half-assed gesture. I’m sure the act probably had some stale thrill of transgression. but please believe me, without your self- promoting twittering and FBing to the Saltz page no one would have given a flying f**k about it. Please, you are human beings – express yourselves through yourselves. You will be dead soon. Drive my car – drive
it back – then leave it at that.
Is this sad excuse for self promotion and self-definition what you wish to leave for future generations? I quote you as you exited the car: “We thought it was part of the interactivity.” Is this
Disney? And as for the rest of the digi-witterers – no more mentions of “Relational Aesthetics” or ‘RA’ or whatever you need to call it… Leave that to the librarians, accountants, and score keepers. Its art. It has no name – just like the void, no name. Do you think that Donald Judd had ‘Minimalist’ on his drivers-license? Your incessant babble is deafening, fearful, and boring. Please cease.”