LUCINDA GALLERY
Apr 10, 2016 14:14:29 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 10, 2016 14:14:29 GMT -8
In the most expensive art district of Harlan, the social desperation was as thick as ever. A gentle soul torn between art and artifice, between the need to create and the crushing falsity of it all, he kept his game face on as Harlan's infamous advice columnist and only remaining art critic approached.
Meanwhile, a mover et shaker made the scene...
The work was of that modern school, all deer antlers and geometric shapes. Vicier found it mind-numbingly pedestrian, but it did show some technical skill. Perhaps assistant-material, at least someone to mix the slip and fetch clean rags. Vicier scanned the crowd, looking for the easily identifiable posture of the artist laying his soul bare. He approached two humans having an insipid conversation.
And so it went...
Jess Biers-
Hunter- "Hunter Ioan Green?"
"Dad wants my full name to stick. Notice I only ever sign HG?"
Jess-
Hunter- "Oh, duh, thanks for letting me know."
"No problem. So how are you liking the shoooow?" Jess-
"It's amaaaazing, Hunter."
Meanwhile, a mover et shaker made the scene...
He smelled the cheap wine oozing from the pores of sweaty patrons, most crowding around the congealing hors d'oeuvres rather than the work. Prints, and drawings and sculptures, what a muddle. Vicier examined a sculpture for a lark, it didn't matter whether it was good or not, but could prove amusing in its wide-eyed ineptitude.
Vicier-
"..."
Hunter-
"Oh, I almost didn't think of it - Is it a breach
of ethics for you to talk about the show with me?" Jess-
"Hohohoho, you card. I mean,
how awkward would it be if I didn't
Hunter- love your stuff? So, risky to ask."
"Nooooo, now I wonder."
The work was of that modern school, all deer antlers and geometric shapes. Vicier found it mind-numbingly pedestrian, but it did show some technical skill. Perhaps assistant-material, at least someone to mix the slip and fetch clean rags. Vicier scanned the crowd, looking for the easily identifiable posture of the artist laying his soul bare. He approached two humans having an insipid conversation.
He gestured vaguely in the direction of a sculpture.
Vicier-
"Who is zhis 'Hunter?' "
Hunter-
"This guy, or what's left of him, right?" Jess- "Aww, sweetie!"
Vicier-
"I zee. Hm, your father is Wilson Green, yes?"
Hunter- Jess-
"Afraid so." "Perdon monsieur, you seem familiar."
Vicier-
"Ah, perhaps I am. Do zhey still teach about zhis old man?
Marcel Vicier. I am pleased."
Jess-
Hunter- "Do they? Sorry I didn't know. You're great."
"Oh yeaaah, I remember you too.
'Homme de la Beauté Aigre' was amazing."
Vicier-
"Ahaha you flatter. I come to zee your work today,
A nice advertizment in zhis newspaper."
Hunter-
"Ugh, I wish they didn't do that. A listing is enough."
Jess-
"Don't be like that, you deserve it.
Hunter- Own your talent, baby."
"Ohmygod, if you say so. Anywaay,
Marcel is the real talent. You know, we'd love
to be able to work the classic techniques like you,
so virtuous you don't have to lean on anything to
still seem relevant. It's amazing. My stuff Jess-
has to have a gimmick or angle." "OK, Marcel is great, but
respect yourself. What do you
think of Hunter's work? Isn't it
faaascinating?"
Vicier-
"Oh yes, it is zertainly something.
Who are you, madame? Anozher upcoming artist?"
Jess- "Nothing so grand. I've been
privileged to remain employed as an art
critic while many publications have laid
off their own. I'm pretty much the last."
Vicier-
"Well now, zhat's somezhing zpecial...
Hm... I have only two invitations for a party tonight.
A couple friends, talking art, drinking... Interezted?"
Hunter- Jess- She pulled Hunter
"Ehh - -" "Just a moment, oui?" close a moment and
whispered...
Jess-
Hunter- "Marcel Vicier! We mussst do this."
"But--" "Nonono, it's OK. It'll be amazing."
Hunter- "..." Jess- "We'd love to!"
Vicier-
"Fantastic. Perhaps you shall meet a patron tonight.
So, hm, tell me about zhis one."
Hunter-
"Oh, uh, sure. See, that one is a bit of a play on the post-contexturalist
conceit of form in a void of meaning." Jess-
"Haha! I knew it!"
And so it went...