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Art, theft, and curators: an (old) converstaion with Saskia Bos


Crap Shoot. An exhibition curated by five young curatorial students from de Appel, which opened 15 years ago this April.

It was the Dutch art world’s cause célèbre of the year. Perhaps the decade? The ticket booth smashed to pieces. Rudy Fuchs, the then director of the Stedelijk Museum, followed by a hapless private detective. The contents of the office, as well as the exhibition of Paul de Reus, stolen from Bloom Gallery. An exhibition almost universally panned at the time.

The day after the opening, the artists and curators held what was meant to be a panel discussion. In the end it was closer to a public lynching. The crowd jeered and heckled. The panel responded, or at least tried to.

Before the dust had a chance to settle, I was asked to interview Saskia Bos for the Crap Shooter, the newspaper that accompanied the show. It was Bos who indirectly started the whole fuss when she created De Appel’s Curatorial Training Programme two years before.

This was to be her chance to respond to the critics, and she took it.

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Contemporary Global Artists for Artists, tomorrow night at Sotheby’s Amsterdam.

DIY Censorship

Public art is always difficult thing to do. You’re never going to make everyone happy. You can’t make everyone happy, but too many artists – or to be precise commissions – try and do just that. Because of that, more times than not, it’s completely uninteresting. If I had to be honest, I’d say most of it is crap. It get’s even more complicated when he artist decides to use recognizable imagery.

That said, one would think that if a mural, that’s been on the side of a building for over 12 years, in the center of Amsterdam none the less, would be old news by now. You’d think. Well, apparently not.

This morning, after a walk into town to witness the spectacle of Queen’s Day, I noticed that someone decided to express their opinion about a mural that’s literally down the street from me.

Apparently I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

Everyone is a critic, but really, you’d think there’d be a better time to express your opinion than in broad daylight, across from a Police station, and on a National holiday.

The message.

The critic, responding to various people expressing their opinions about her critique, from their apartment windows.

The offending work, more or less in its entirety.

Do I like the work? Not really. But that’s really not the point. Is it?