Episode1, part 1, a brief, riled-up soliloquy about life in Puerto Rico.

Episode 1, part 2, a close-up look at one of the island’s most personable coffee roasting operations, Café Mayor, plus Rotund’s first roundup of art shows.

Episode 2, part 1, in which we review Pedro Vélez's "Godfuck," study an art sale posing as an exhibition, and get a haircut.

Episode 2, part 2: the haircut continues, there’s a regrettable moment with fruit, and we drop by the fresh San Juan art-o-rama =DESTO for a talk with the founders.

Episode 3, part 1 covers, if not the waterfront, at least that occasional Nuyorican-Borinquen artfest “The (S) Files” at Museo de Arte de Puerto Rico, and visits scenic Caguas to marvel at another new kid on the block, ÁREA.

Episode 3, part 2 takes a wild ride on the Tren Urbano.

Episode 4, part 1 gets the unexpected: some mail. In part 2, we hit the road for points south, with stops at the Frade Museum, El Cuñao, King’s Cream, and Museo de la Historia de Ponce.

Episode 5, part 1 weighs Puerto Rico’s travails against Miami’s prosperity and scratches its head. Why does Fred Snitzer say the things he says?

Episode 5, part 2: more art shows and the artists who make them, including the evergreen Antonio Martorell and a stealthy group called El Polverío.

Episode 6, part 1 and part 2 offer blow-by-blow coverage of Puerto Rico’s first-ever art fair, CIRCA 2006, and the whole world asks, “What’s it all about, Rotund?”

Episode 7 takes the slow train to Hato Rey and Galerías Prindari, where it meets the friendly natives.

Episode 8 knocks on the door of the Berezdivin collection, hoping to get in, and then muses disapprovingly about el Museo de Arte de Puerto Rico.

Episode 9, part 1 wallows in the paradoxes of summer in Puerto Rico, including a curious exhibition at la Escuela de Artes Plásticas, while part 2 looks at the work of painter-writer Javier Martínez.

Episode 10: the excellent exhibition space tagRom has a birthday and the laggardly Rotund crew tries to catch up on San Juan art doings, while Tiny Type travels southward to watch Rafael Trelles do his thing at el Museo de Arte de Ponce.

Episode 11: “Two Cards from the Bottom of the Deck?” This could only mean Pedro Vélez.

Episode 12 invites all and sundry to get down with La Muestra Nacional de Arte. Plus, =Desto hits its stride and doesn’t look back.

Episode 13: is La Muestra Nacional the only thing on the Rotund mind? What about sex? Rapacious legislators? What happened to lechón, pasteles, and Heineken tall boys?

Episode 14 brings us yet more Muestra, but also, what? Yes, Pedro Vélez, now in his new role as Rotund art dick. Plus, new shows at San Juan’s La Liga de Arte and Crema Gallery.

Episode 15 proves that the island is cooking: The International Book Fair, experimental prints at =Desto, Milton Rosa-Ortiz at Museo de Arte de Puerto Rico. The Basquiat drawing show is not terrible, but what is a private collection doing at MAPR?

Episode 16: the government is pilloried, artists are praised, food is mentioned, jokes are cracked that no one gets.

Episode 17 visits Art Basels past. This may strike some readers as cheap and retrograde, but we think the vintage years never get old. Besides, we also look at a Julie Kahn trading-card project, and what could be groovier than that?

Episode 18 looks like a preview, reads like a preview, and even smells a bit like a preview. But is it really a preview?

Episode 19: Barcelona. Need we say more?

Episode 20 visits the Corozal redoubt of Titi Noris, then gets down and gets funky with Julio Micheli.

Episode 21 tramps through the dirty snow of New York City and sees a bunch of fur coats posing as art.

Episode 22: the good, the bad, and the dubious underbelly of the Puerto Rican art world: shows and those who write about them.

Episode 23 takes a break from the box step and does the boogaloo instead: some advice about going public.

Episode 24 is an extensive chat about a wide-ranging show, The DAMS 2. Who exactly are Dildo and Culo?

Episode 25 marks the beginning of the end. At least the end of the long wait for CIRCA 2007.

Episode 26: enough CIRCA to please the gluttonous and outrage the discreet.

Episode 27 provides one last thrill from the Puerto Rican scene before our Ecuadorian sojourn: we visit =Desto’s rad Publica.

Episode 28: Hello, Cuenca. Almost more news from one small Latin American country’s premiere art event than a reader wants to know. Still, we bet the artists involved will like seeing their names in print.

Episode 29 is as nutty as a fruitcake. Don’t miss the Coke cans, created by real, or once-real, graffiti artists.

Episode 30 brings us back to the island, but not without a detour to the Cuenca Biennial’s dark past.

Episode 31: Can you believe the nerve of some people? The Rotund crew talks about art critics sin fin, which means, of course, a lot of self references.

Not to be missed, of course: Booty Bundt, the cake that says it all, and BUY THIS NOW! an exclusive offer to be a part of this toney enterprize.


Follow the links to the Miami and Puerto Rican art worlds, and to perspectives bigger than both.

The Next Few Hours
Critical Miami
Miami Art Central
Locust Projects
Centro Cultural Español
Edge Zones
Brook Dorsch Gallery
Kevin Bruk Gallery
Bernice Steinbaum Gallery
Fredric Snitzer Gallery
Ambrosino Gallery
Leonard Tachmes Gallery
Diaspora Vibe Gallery
Miami Art Exchange
Worm-Hole Laboratory
The Moore Space

Museo de la Historia de Ponce
Museo Pío López Martínez
(The Frade Museum)
Museo de Arte de Ponce
Museo de Arte de Puerto Rico
Museo de Arte Contemporaneo
Museo de la UPR
Museo de las Américas
Los Balcones de San Juan
La Casa del Arte
Programa de Artes Plástics del ICP
CIRCA Puerto Rico
Trance Líquido
¿Dónde Veo Arte?
M de Mater O’Neill Audio Archive

Art Nexus Magazine
Tom Moody's Weblog
Edward Winkleman’s Blog

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The Myth of Objectivity

Today we’re going to peer under the sagging back-office box springs, using our long-handled broom to poke around in the dust mice, the long-missing undergarments and disappeared socks, plus all that icky, formless crud that dares not speak its name, to summon a sadly neglected, little understood, one could even say thoroughly elusive artworld nebulosity, art criticism. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah! Okay, okay, okay, you caught us, being exactly what our many frothing Rotund detractors say we are: sarcastic, disrespectful, unpleasant. Go ahead, go ahead, stop sending the big checks, stop offering the choice paintings, don’t ever again hint at a long night of freaking, wild abandon. See if we care.

Why are we unearthing this particular stinking carcass once again? Well, we awakened this morning to the sound of Sunday’s El Nuevo Día thudding against our front door like heavy pudding and on opening the thing up, what to our groggy but wondering eyes did appear but three separate—though, as you’ll read, not equal—features about visual art. This, we suppose, is a happy development given the paper’s recent history of glossing over the cultural hubbub that’s been building like crazy for the past couple of years. So-called alternative spaces, CIRCA, the endless DIY shows, the whole simmering pot of habichuelas. This sudden plenty of arts writing at El Nuevo Día, along with the expanding coverage of art in some of the island’s other daily newspapers—as noted by Javier Martínez in his culture blog Autogiro, here—makes it seem like the effervescence of the local art scene is finally leaking out into the real world, where our dear, habitually underinformed friend General Public can learn a thing or two about it.

We say hats off to the local press, especially the powers-that-be at the island’s largest daily, El Nuevo Día, for finally getting a clue. Many of our pals have thrown up their hands in the face of the paper’s apparent intransigence and insist that the future of serious arts journalism lies with the internet. But we’ve long been of the opinion that Puerto Rico’s growing, impetuous—and, not coincidentally, increasingly spectacle-like—contemporary art scene is newsworthy, in the way that any homegrown niche enterprise becomes news as it lurches nearer the hideous embrace of the global economy. We happen to think that our particular artistic moment has the added value of showing some pop culture fizz while maintaining at least a smattering of its traditional, high culture cachet. It’s a story that doesn’t need arcane analysis—not from the likes of El Nuevo Día, at any rate—just some clear, well written exposition; good reading with a proper soupçon of gravitas. The all-too-occasional pieces by Mercedes Trelles in the Sunday magazine at El Nuevo Día fulfill perfectly the needs of the art scene to have its story told while giving everyone else an edifying glimpse of what’s gone on behind studio doors.

This week, Trelles serves up a perfect example, an appraisal of Garvin Sierra’s Que Díos te lo pague, the exhibition of print-based works, many in 3D, now on at el Antiguo Arsenal de la Marina Española. The review is textured and clear, an articulate, honest reading of work that is admirably experimental but not always up to its ambitions. Would it seem picayune and ungracious of us to point out that otherwise, especially in its recent, dismayingly awful writing about so-called “alternative” venues, El Nuevo Día continues to traffic in forgettable dross when it comes to talking about visual art? Of course it would. We are notorious quibblers and our fame for flogging dead horses goes way back, to the championship days of ‘67.

Well, tormented friends, we’re going to ask you to bear with us through just one more ponderous, text-heavy rumination—completely unrelieved by catty-wampus, out-of-focus, garishly colored images—in which we snorffle about the problem of what etiologists, ontologists, endocrinologists, astrologers, proctologists, alchemists, plumbers, ornithologists, and other deep thinkers call “root causes.” For this weighty inquiry, we all have to put on our thinking caps—you know the ones, the propellered beanies that say “I’m With Stupid”—and clamber once again into our Wayback Machine for a trip to May 26, 2007, the date that El Nuevo Día editor Mario Alegre Barrios wrote in his official blog about “that pompous rhetoric so common in an infinite number of critics who usually seem to write only for themselves or their friends, who then flatter the critic and say in the most syrupy, servile tones, ‘Hail to the maestro. How much you know about art!’”

Really. He did. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves already, and usually we’re so far behind. “Not fair! Out of context!” you might well cry, and go ahead. You’re absolutely right. It’s even worse than you think. We’re about to translate some excerpts from “Criticism: Easy-to-Build,” the title of that day’s post, and do a certain amount of paraphrasing. Alegre Barrios has accused us more than once of not understanding the “subtleties” of his writing in Spanish. You can judge our acuity and fairness for yourself by visiting the paper’s website, following the menu bar to “Blogs” and thence to “Flash” on the drop-down menu. The entries are dated in descending order, with the most recent first.

But why pick on the poor man, who has shown himself to be much too thin-skinned for so public a figure? In fact, we admire his bravery for sticking his snoot out there in the first place. And giving the one-two punch to people who are no friends of ours. The fact is that, in this May 26 post Alegre Barrios lays out what he claims is the paper’s reasoning for not hiring a bona fide art critic. Apparently the paper has nothing in print in this regard so we have only the blog to go by, a shaky vessel of policy for sure.

Let’s be fair for a moment and put that quote above in context. Weird shtick aside, Alegre Barrios is not unreasonably comparing what he believes to be the unfortunate habits among the island’s arts writers to what the paper expects from its employees: first of all that you have to know something about art, and secondly that you can write about it clearly and well. In his view, local writers write merely to enhance their own reputations among friends while the paper’s responsibility is to help its broad-based reading public form educated opinions about artists and the work they do. “Building bridges,” he calls it.

However much it diverges from the reality, we have no problem with this assessment of the paper’s aspirations, and Alegre Barrios may be right about the egregious failings of writers here prior to the time we arrived two years ago. We see no shortage of serious, informed, talented commentators on the scene right now: Trelles, Pedro Vélez, Javier Martínez, Marina Reyes, to name a handful. The much graver shortcomings in the editor’s argument—and therefore, presumably, in El Nuevo Día policy—involve what an art critic in this day and age is supposed to be up to, and not be up to.

In addition to their expertise and writerly chops, Alegre Barrios says, the paper’s employees have to “pass the test of objectivity so necessary for the job, without any conflicts of interest, real or apparent.

“The majority of those who flaunt the title ‘art critic,’” he writes, “have close ties to galleries, museums, and artists, relationships they often use to write catalogue essays for exhibitions by those artists. Usually these texts are full of praises and grandiloquent adjectives . . . The essays are commissioned precisely for that reason, and for that [the critics] receive some kind of compensation. The problem begins when these same critics try to write an ‘objective’ critique of the exhibitions for the paper. These aspects are not negotiable in any way for El Nuevo Día . . . ”

If all of this accurately reflects the newspaper’s thinking, El Nuevo Día is stuck up to its sagging buttcheeks in an imagined art critical past. The idea that there is some kind of “objectivity” possible in today’s artworld imbroglio is, of course, a throwback to the thinking of a half-century ago and laughably out of touch. And as professional writers, it’s hard not to feel insulted by the notion that catalogue essays get written only because the writer has “close ties to galleries, museums, and artists,” and that the writing, therefore, is hackwork. In our experience, writing a catalogue essay provides a unique opportunity which, in crucial ways, is entirely unlike writing criticism. It is first a chance to consider the entire trajectory of an artist’s career rather than focusing on the particular moment of an exhibition. It’s an appropriate occasion to write lyrically and at length, while criticism requires considerably clunkier moves: comparing this show’s work with last show’s, Sam the Sham’s with Hirty Girty’s. It’s almost a formula, redeemed only by the opportunity to make bad artworld jokes. And of course with reviews, there are those pesky, increasingly minuscule wordcounts.

Doesn’t the catalogue essay writer’s talent and experience count the same way that an artist’s does when creating a public commission, and merit the same scale of pay? The sort of distinctions which Alegre Barrios makes in “Criticism: Easy-to-Build,” besides being fallacious and antediluvian, force writers into untenable choices. No newspaper—no magazine for that matter—is going to pay more than a pittance for reviews, although any writer with the remotest sense of serving the community is more than happy to do them.

Why not jettison the outmoded criteria for writers which Alegre Barrios describes in favor of something in keeping with the times; an approach based, say, on originality rather than the myth of “objectivity”? If you write catalogue texts, you must write for the paper from a different perspective. This is sensible in today’s multifarious climate and easily verifiable. In the realm of journalism, it seems a far more essential ingredient to good work. Most importantly, it permits a writer to undertake both serious criticism and a freer, perhaps more poetic but no less honest type of writing—as long as the writer’s being honest—which catalogue essays allow and for which the writer gets appropriate remuneration.

On a different but related note, Alegre Barrios concludes his post by noting that the paper’s criteria for writers—that they be knowledgeable, capable, and free of conflicts of interest—“far from being capricious, are rooted in common sense.” El Nuevo Día can define “conflict of interest” any way it wants. You cannot accept gifts from the people you write about. You should not ask for favors of any kind. You do not write about people you are related to by family ties. No art-institution munchkins allowed. Hiring out as an appraiser is frowned upon. These are common concerns of publications everywhere. Even the paper’s insistence that a writer who writes a catalogue essay on a particular artist cannot undertake a critical analysis of that artist in its pages is entirely its prerogative, no matter how myopic it appears to the rest of us. But if El Nuevo Día hopes to be known as an institution whose policies are anchored in something more than common sense—that is, in fairness—it had better write them down, so as not to mistake the selection process as an arbitrary one.

Where Do We Go from Here?

We promised reviews, we promised juicy descriptions, we promised all kinds of things. Instead, we’ll do something else, something hip and modern-day. We’ll show you some links to the websites where people have actually been doing their jobs.

As we mentioned before, Javier Martínez has become a stalwart and vigilant commentator whose culture blog Autogiro is a must-read for the au courant. Martínez gives us the lowdown on Garvin Sierra’s exhibition Que Dios te lo pague at el Arsenal de la Marina en la Puntilla, in addition to a little outburst from the public that never quite ignited a scandal. Read about the exhibition here and the non-controversy here. For a detailed review of the show, try to pick up the Sunday, June 17 El Nuevo Día and peruse Mercedes Trelles’s latest contribution to the paper’s magazine.

Martínez also mentions the just-opened exhibition by Karlo Ibarra at La Casa del Arte in Puerto Nuevo here. But for good shots of the opening-night crowd and the works in the show, we recommend you go toot sweet to Repuesto, the artblog project of worthies W&N. Ibarra’s exhibition is on view here, and there are also links to a short-lived but very good-looking show at Galería Raices—with Carlos Ruíz Valarino, Alejandro Quinteros, and Carola Cintrón Moscosohere. The more you root around at Repuesto, the curiouser it gets. Ibarra’s exhibition continues until July 29 at the La Casa del Arte, Avenida Andalucía #500. Call Guillermo Rodríguez at 787-792-7373 for further details. W&N will themselves be in the BLOG show at Casa Candela, opening Thursday night, June 21 at 7 pm. The revolú is upstairs at 110 Calle San Sebastián in Viejo San Juan. Be there or be you-know-what.

Our too-too friends will probably kill us for saying so, or at least hoot us out of the building the next time we meet, but we very much enjoyed the long-running, way, way overstuffed exhibition El Caballo en la Cultura Puertorriqueña, late at La Ballaja. El caballo show, as it was popularly called, was basically a vanity project, initiated by someone with a passion for the subject and the means to put it all together. Jannette Figueroa was the person, and she hired a curator, Adlín Ríos Rigau, to see the project through.

We published a literary magazine for more years than Rip Van Winkle slept, and in all that time “vanity project” was a less-than-polite term for other people’s doings. In this case, the origins of the show did not reflect badly on the result at all. At its best the exhibition was an anthology of good and great hits from the history of Puerto Rican art. Sometimes it looked as though a hint of an equine presence in the work was a mere pretext for its inclusion, and whole sections of the exhibition seemed to be about something else: the jíbaro in Puerto Rican art, for example, or the romantic landscape. The image above shows a mural-size print by José R. Alisea, Los Perros (Homenaje a Don Luis Díaz Alfaro), 2001. It’s described as a print on cast paper, owned by el Instituto de la Cultura Puertorriqueña, and apparently it was never hung before this exhibition. Below, we present a highly random sampling of other things we liked; including, first, a small print by José Rosa, La bestia herida, 1984, which reminded us of José Clemente Orozco’s ferocious easel paintings of conquest-era battle scenes, on view at Museo Carrillo Gil in Mexico City. Below that, Arnaldo Roche Rabel’s Huracán del sur, 1991, and, finally, a work titled Pica de Personajes, whose author we’re guessing is Julio (Yuyo) Ruíz.

Not included is an image of our fave: Ramon Frade’s tiny landscape with washerwomen, Lavandería en el río, c. 1940-45. If you know where to find it, hunt out the March-April 2007 edition of the magazine DIÁLOGO-Zona Cultural, in which Manuel Álvarez Lezama writes about the exhibition.

Will we see you again soon? We hope so. Meanwhile, zip into the recent past below.

Art criticism, that’s all people talk about. See why here.