Saturday, September 23, 2006
Nostalgie De La Merde
I have never deleted a comment here before but I made an exception when it came to this one, posted by Anonymous, to my entry, Yeah, I'm Talking About You:"Hazey, you sound like a spoit brat who actually cannot paint! The must be a reason to why people rather focuse [sic] on your arse. You probably use your fucking arse to get their attention in the first place! Shall we mention the dude you are fucking right now. Does he have a bit of cash on him! Yes, l think he does! Everyone in the art world knows, my dear hazey. You are only fooling yourself. By the way, l bet you are happy to take the rich patrons money,aren't you? ... Are you giving your pussy up for him to manage as well?? Maybe you should go and have a glass of the fine wine that your patron gave you and find some reality!! Your once patron know [sic] hates what you stand for. Good luck because you need it!"P.S We all know why Crawford review [sic] you! Did he leave an imprint your arse too! "I now think it was a mistake to delete it. In every way, it underscores the very attitudes within the Australian art world that my entry attacked. For every woman who makes it, in every business, in every part of the world, there is at least one ugly male who will claim that she fucked someone to get there. The art world is no different.I know who wrote this. The use of my old nickname, among other things, gives it away. It is one of the dealers I referred to in my piece – oddly, a man who also thinks of himself as a writer on art, although he betrays with his poor grammar, misspellings, haphazard punctuation and unimaginatively crude language the total lack of literacy that has made him something of a laughing stock among serious gallerists and collectors. He is also, clearly, a coward – why else post anonymously? I am not even going to bother to defend myself. Fuck him.Actually, he's already fucked, if his increasingly seedy reputation is anything to go by. The most charitable joke about him among working artists and gallery owners is that he can smell an old or injured artist from 100km away – he makes a good living from preying on (or in his words, 'helping') them in exchange for their paintings. It's even rumored that he goes so far as to paint some of their work for them, even after they're dead. And maybe dead was what he was hoping I would be when a colleague of his tried to get me to sign an appallingly dodgy contract - of which I still have a copy, in his handwriting – when I was clinically depressed and suicidal.As for his comment about my 'once patron', I wonder how that patron might feel towards him if he had heard the graphically sexual comments this cowardly, rape-fantasizing misogynist made about the patron's then 15 year old daughter in their own home.Anyway, I have now aired his rant here and responded. In the future, I'll delete his comments just as I have deleted this piece of shit from the rest of my life.