155 – FOMO and Collage Criticism 3
I have a bottomless well of FOMO. Fear of Missing Out, or FOMO, is a concept I immediately knew applied to me the second I learned about it. Before I knew the term, I created a “list of shame” of art places and general New York places that I had not visited. In the course of this process I realized that the nature of the NY art world is to cover it’s FOMO with lies. We can only make it to some tiny percentage of the shit we want to see, we can only make it so far afield unless we are the freewheeling trust-funderati. So I haven’t been to Marfa, or the Spiral Jetty, The Hermitage or the 798 District in Beijing.
I missed Kara Walker’s sugary Sphinx and I waited in line for the rain room and missed that too. Just this Spring I missed Fischli and Weiss and Marcel Broodthaers; only a 30 and 5 block walk (respectively) would have taken me to each. I pass through so many things, making tiny notes, forming minor opinions and rocketing off to my next duty or rest from it.
Admitting failure is the same as being honest I realize, but just recently and not always. My goal is to be honest about these missed opportunities as well as ideas for exhibitions and, in general terms, to lay bare the mechanisms of what I do.
Recently I read Joel Mesler’s“True Confessions” series, a coke fueled origin story of LA’s Chinatown before it was hip and NY’s LES before it was an art destination. I make no objection to his sensational account, but I will offer mine. Mine is much less punk rock. I’ll share it next week.
And Now, Collage Criticism: Round 3
(previous installments: Collage Crit 1 and Collage Crit 2)
There’s a flash of white as their palms meet. Folded paper. Junkie origami.
We often felt sick. Dazed. Bloated. Vulgar. Yet never quite ashamed.
But even her darkest visions exude ebullient panache.
-Jeff Bergman
June 2016
ATLAS 
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