Stanley B.
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Currently on View at the Museum is the exhibition Richard Prince:Portraits, this was immediately following the Kaws: Alone Again exhibition, which came and went to much chagrin. Curated by Library Street Collective, funded generously by their parent company, Quicken Loans, and following Dan Gilberts purchase of a large Bronze sculpture by the artist. Fanboys galore, and proudly brandishing a sign stating "we do not have any more Kaws prints in the building", one can only assume how many, would-be investors had yelled at the unfortunate gallery intern for not giving them what they wanted. When I "had a few too many" at the bar, that unpaid intern deserved every profanity I could think of, but over a print...? There's simply no excusing that behavior.
I had high hopes for this new exhibition, I was a fan of Richard Prince ever since hearing about Spiritual America, which my wife still wont allow me to hang in our living room, however this project was different. His latest series are printed screen shots from "influencers" instagram posts, in which the artist leaves cryptic, overly vulnerable, or otherwise disconcerting comments, seen at the bottom of each print. When I heard he was coming to Detroit, I was elated, My own daughter, who does nothing all day, but post Mirror selfies from My bathroom mirror, (she had hers taken away because apparently asking for her to pay rent at sixteen was a good reason to call CPS on me), Was the perfect target for Richard Prince's, CyberStalking as Art. I had begun looking at every photograph in the series, and was coaching my daughter on what poses to make, what hashtags, who to follow, everything she needed to do to grab the attention of the inappropriately old, exhibiting artist, all under the guise of buying her a Kaws print, which MOCAD's website had typed in large print "OUT OF STOCK", I still called a few times just in case.
After paying simply way too much for the "privilege" of attending the recent MOCAD Gala, I was incredibly upset to find that Richard Prince, did not in fact, print and publish an incredibly personal image of my teenaged daughter for an international audience dominated by middle-aged men. I had made my way to the bar for a few drinks and had found myself escorted out after trying to explain my issues with the exhibition to one of the museum representatives.
Good drinks, but a bit pricey.