My editor asked me if I would write a story about Eddie Martinez, whose work is selling for spectacular sums at auction. I was unimpressed by the work, which I think has no artistic merit whatsoever, and annoyed by his gallery’s lack of response to my request for an interview with Martinez, and with them.
Here’s the story, a harsh reflection on the failures of Martinez’ work, on what art is for, and on what we might need in the present.
