A while back I put a bunch of contemporary art blogs and magazines on my bloglines ---- where they promptly piled up by huge amounts and I never get around to checking them. Every once in a while, though, I try to clear out some of the backlog.
I can't really tell still why the reviewers find certain new works really interesting and others pretentious and derivative, but I'm getting more familiar with what they look for and how they connect up allusions (intended and unintended). I've seen a bunch of stuff that I like, but haven't really memorized any names yet beyond the ultra-famous Jeff Koons and Damien Hirst. I can see why they're excoriated in the art world, though. (They're more like performance artists, commenting on the shallowness and commercialization of high-finance art, than actual content-producing artists --- that is, the critics are more interested in the way Hirst just auctioned off his stuff directly to the public without any gallery or dealer intervention than they are in his mass-produced color spin or butterfly paintings or even his animals in formaldehyde. But this allows him to have his commentary on commercialism cake and eat it too.)
Anyway, last night I caught up on one of the many blogs --- Art Fag City --- oh, and ended up having a weird dream about global art markets (is there nothing I can read before bed?) --- and he posted a Hue test, which was fun to take: Test Your Color IQ. You have to put all the colors in the correct gradation. I didn't get a great score, but I'm going to try again later when my eyes aren't feeling so tired and out of focus and see if the score changes. Here's a screenshot of my color distinctions, with the flat parts being correct and the bars marking mistakes:
So, I don't distinguish greens as well as reds. Interesting, eh? The purple bars could also be that I have the attention span of a gnat and was getting bored and having trouble making my eyes focus on the screen. But now I feel like I need to have someone with a good color eye look at my wardrobe and home decorating patterns ... ooh ... no, no that sounds like a terrible idea. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.