Pack it in, pack it out


Packing work after my recent saleArtists use stuff to make other stuff and then when people buy the stuff they make, they use more stuff to pack it.

It's a pedestrian view, but remove the esoterics and art is another product to be packed and shipped. Of course if that's all it was, you could go to Bed, Bath & Beyond and get yourself some. Or Target.

I like to imagine that the experience of opening up a carefully wrapped package and unwrapping an original painting, something you saw and responded to for reasons you don't necessarily care to explain, is gratifying in a different way than receiving those Haflinger wool slippers you bought on Amazon or that Motorola headset you scored on eBay; that there's something about buying original art, this unique thing whose sole function is to hang on the wall or sit on a pedestal and be looked at, that separates it from something made to be used as a tool or garment or toy, no matter how beautifully designed.

It comes back to my thoughts about the uselessness of art. Its uselessness is precisely its value.

I'm curious: Is it different? Perhaps they're equally satisfying experiences.

I enjoy packing the work I've made and sending it on to its new owner, especially when I witnessed their initial response to it right here in my studio. It's another reason I love selling my work directly.

Art is useless