The Museum of Bad Art
by Chad Van Wagner
The whole “outsider art” thing is getting tiring. Once upon a time, the dividing lines between “good” and “bad” were clearer, and reveling in “bad” art was a pretty amusing thing. At the time, it worked, and wasn’t just a pointless elitist hipster exercise, because everyone was on the same page. The laughs were genuinely shared, post modernism be damned.
Well, with the current deluge of readily available ANYTHING (music, fiction, TV, whatever), we’re approaching the real life manifestation of a truism: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The ability to find the like-minded, or simply submerge yourself in whatever FEELS right, means that while everyone may not be on the same page anymore, the likes and dislikes of the public at large are becoming more personalized, and that much more genuine. And it’s looking like that might be the way things go from now on.
Intentionally ironic, and a bit over the top with its faux art snob descriptions of the pieces, browsing this museum can still be a rewarding experience in the right frame of mind. Yeah, OK, the technical skills on display can be charitably called “poor,” but unless you’re willing to dismiss 90% of punk rock (the good stuff, not just the Oi! of the World,) you can take that criticism and stick it where the sun don’t shine. What’s important is the reaction the works inspire in you. Laughter? OK. But dammit, I wonder about the people that painted this stuff, and that’s interesting. Interesting, which is more than I can say for the last, “respectable,” Arcade Fire album (to name but one example.)
(www.museumofbadart.org)