I cannot
believe how good my writing is going. I’m not on any drugs. It could be
delusion.
But I am not
surprised. I love the subject material I’m dealing with: Art gallery policies. I’m saying things I’ve long wanted to see in
public discourse. For twenty-seven years I wrote about the visual arts within
corporate constraints; the public art galleries were significant customers of
my client, however, so I couldn’t be critical of public exhibition policies. Yet
for most of my life I have been going to galleries and been critical of the exhibition
policies of several local museums. Now the gloves are off.
For example: It
has always really REALLY bothered me
that the National Gallery of Canada paid enough in legal fees to take their
case to not pay exhibition fees to the
visual artists they all the way to the Supreme Court—and lost. And this was
when most other Canadian public galleries were paying the fees. I mean, come
on, artists are the notoriously most famously underpaid professionals in the
workforce. I put this disgusting fact in my script and it felt really good.
It’s a mention
in the script. It’s not a big deal, and yes, it’s therapeutic, but it fits in
and it can come out on editing if need be, but it’s a perfect example of the
point I am trying to make in the script: Administrative needs shouldn’t trump
aesthetic objectives in public art galleries. It’s just wrong!
This afternoon
I have my meeting with Western Gold and then I am going for drinks with friends
at the end of the afternoon. But first: A walk. It’s a beautiful sunny day.
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