Some years ago, a friend called to say she was coming into town and could we meet that evening. I had a ticket for a performance at the Joyce Theater in Chelsea--a dance company was performing to the music of Philip Glass--which I was not about to give up, so I offered to see if I could get her a ticket. She agreed, and I secured a primo spot for her in the center of the orchestra.
At an art fair a few years ago, an artist was displeased where the gallery had placed her work, which she felt was a less-than-prime spot in the booth. Outside the building she ran into a friend and let her anger and disappointment out. Fair enough. Unfortunately the disappointment included some serious dissing of the gallery. Unknown to her, the gallery assistant was around the corner having a cigarette and heard the whole tirade. The assistant told the dealer, and when the artist returned later to the booth, she was let go from the gallery right then and there.
While that artist was left to rue the consequences of her remarks, the following artist has no idea what his comments cost him. Recently a curator friend mentioned that he had been thinking of giving a particular artist a solo exhibition as part of a larger prestigious event, but that the artist had been so rude over another matter that he, the curator, decided to offer the exhibition to someone else. “I’m not going to put myself in the position of being verbally abused by this artist. My job takes too much out of me as it is,” said the curator unapologetically.
As always, your comments, stories and--especially--cautionary tales are welcome.