Casual research, typically conducted over a
glass of wine somewhere suitably shabby or hipster or both, has led me to the
conclusion that those that work in art are, for the most part, pretty shit at
seeing art when it’s not en route to your desk or a meeting.
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The exquisite Pae White en route to my desk... |
Making the effort to see art for fun and/or
cultural stimulation and/or intellectual enlightenment can be hard work – it’s
rarely casual. By definition I don’t think it can be. At least that’s what I’ve
been telling myself for nearly five years now to explain the fact that I’ve
never once been to First Thursday.
And you’d think First Thursday would be a
breeze – the first Thursday evening of the month, late night openings across
east London, booze, conversation en masse, a bus from Whitechapel Gallery if
you’re organised enough to book in time. But I’ve never gone. I think because
if you’re going to make the effort to see art – which, you should – then don’t
dress it up with distracting temptations like booze and conversation.