I would like to suggest two NYC galleries, Bonni Benrubi Gallery, and Yancey Richardson Gallery, whose offerings are representative of works that this discussion touches on. Both of these gallery proprietors have stated in print that new and important work that they choose to show is mostly being done in color and is often (especially Benrubi) very large.
It's actually amazing to me how unsaturated (how anti-Velvia if you will) the color is and, in many instances, how often the work resembles what has been discussed above....no Yosemite, no Tuscany, no Rocky Mountain golden hour sunset, autumn aspen, alpenglow, cotton candy waterfall and lupine meadow. But how long will anyone want to live with a 40x50 image of a tire in a junkyard. Who the hell are the buyers of this stuff anyway??
OTOH, it's also notable to me the degree to which paintings in NYC galleries and other major centers are beginning to show beautiful paintings of beautiful things. It's true that there are still the execrable "show me something I've never seen before" artworks that may consist of colored paper clips in hanging ranks and files, and good luck to 'em since I bear no artist ill will, but I'll be damned if I'll take such crap seriously...let alone choose to buy it if I had the wherewithall.
To make a musical analogy if I may. The 20th century witnessed the rise of art music (whatever that means, it is certainly the antithesis of popular music) that absolutely and unequivocally alienated the mass audience. Academic composers seem still to even be proud of the notion that if it's accessible, it must, a priori, suck. They have the arrogance to demand that the audience learn their private, and unique musical language. Composers who are lucky enough to get even one performance usually realize they'll rarely, if ever, get another. And this passes for a career??
So...not to worry. Most people, I think, want to cherish music, art, and photography that is emotionally, or visually, or aurally resonant with something within them that matters. The good stuff WILL find an enthusiastic audience.
It's actually amazing to me how unsaturated (how anti-Velvia if you will) the color is and, in many instances, how often the work resembles what has been discussed above....no Yosemite, no Tuscany, no Rocky Mountain golden hour sunset, autumn aspen, alpenglow, cotton candy waterfall and lupine meadow. But how long will anyone want to live with a 40x50 image of a tire in a junkyard. Who the hell are the buyers of this stuff anyway??
OTOH, it's also notable to me the degree to which paintings in NYC galleries and other major centers are beginning to show beautiful paintings of beautiful things. It's true that there are still the execrable "show me something I've never seen before" artworks that may consist of colored paper clips in hanging ranks and files, and good luck to 'em since I bear no artist ill will, but I'll be damned if I'll take such crap seriously...let alone choose to buy it if I had the wherewithall.
To make a musical analogy if I may. The 20th century witnessed the rise of art music (whatever that means, it is certainly the antithesis of popular music) that absolutely and unequivocally alienated the mass audience. Academic composers seem still to even be proud of the notion that if it's accessible, it must, a priori, suck. They have the arrogance to demand that the audience learn their private, and unique musical language. Composers who are lucky enough to get even one performance usually realize they'll rarely, if ever, get another. And this passes for a career??
So...not to worry. Most people, I think, want to cherish music, art, and photography that is emotionally, or visually, or aurally resonant with something within them that matters. The good stuff WILL find an enthusiastic audience.