Been going to a lot of art shows of late, and am simultaneously reminded of how much I love art and how much of it is a mountain of caca.
"Ask Chuleta," an occasional video project by Boogie Rican artista and curator Wanda Raimundi-Ortiz, skewers and invokes identity politics, postmodernism, "post-black," art world snootiness, the "white box community," and the continuing exclusion of working class nonwhites from galleries, as audiences, artists, and critics. "I want to bridge the gap between the art world and people like us."
Our gangsta art critic, with hoop earrings big enough for a lion to jump through, defines the prefix "post-" in relation to the NY Post, eating pegao is given as an example for a subject for identity politics art, and the rejection thereof is rendered as "retro" -- "it's kinda like retro clothes, like the way the 80s style is in now..." -- and the return of minimalism:
"Google Donald Judd, and you'll know what I'm talking about."
More recently, Chuleta recommended the show "Bangin'" -- "kid, the show's called 'Bangin'!" -- which just opened at one of my favorite Bronx white box galleries, Longwood Arts. (Alas, the video is only available through Facebook, as far as I can tell)