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10/03/2005: "How seriously should we take our work / ourselves?"
Rah Crawford is this artist I read about in Anna Conti's art journal the other day. He basically said that if no one rescued his paintings by buying them, he was going to destroy them. This reminds me of same kind of extortion as on that horrible Save Toby site where a guy threatens to kill, cook, and eat his adorable pet bunny if people don't donate enough money to him.
Only 1 out of four of the paintings initially sold, so Rah (does Rah really mean "someone overly posh" in the UK?) *had* to do a little performance art of destroying the pieces.
I'm not sure why but the whole thing just rubs me the wrong way. I did a google search for the name Rah Crawford and found his personal website which has an artist journal. The most recent entry is from Sept. 24th, the day after the "event". It reads so melodramatically...it made me think to myself, holy crap, is that how I sound when I write in here? If so, my apologies. Seriously!
I mean, I have had pieces accidentally destroyed (at times by my own hand) but I'd never sell tickets or hire an opera singer first: "the angelic voiced Mezzo Soprano, sang an overwhelming operatic piece that validated the evening before the gods themselves".
He was able to destroy the first two but then "Hauntingly, I can recall the last painting "Mr. and Mrs. Bear" would not cut. The hand saw screamed out endlessly and I wanted it to stop....
Their faces were washed with fear, sadness and tension. We were ALL in pain, there was one living consciousness that could be felt throughout the gallery. Many cried out "Let it live!"
"It doesn't want to be destroyed!"