Tired of Art... World

I’m not unserious when I say that I’m getting tired of the art world. Even saying the words “tired-of-the-art” out loud feels wrong to someone whose last decade boils down to family life and lots of art. But, it’s the best expression I can think of to describe things I’m increasingly done with.

I am obviously not tired of art itself. Art is literally how I got to be in the position of someone writing on these pages. It’s the thing that I keep looking at, the thing that excites and inspires me, and it’s the single thing? That doesn’t let me step away from it all—at least not without a strong feeling of FOMO or even guilt. I’m also not tired of going to studios (virtually or IRL), getting a whiff of oil and turpentine, feeling my shoes sticking to the messy floor, speaking with the artists about their work, about their lives, about their experiences in the art world and befriending some of them along the way. I’m not getting tired of visiting museums, galleries and art fairs, seeing all the works from the past and present, discovering connections between them, constantly learning new things, and always finding more and more exciting and, for me, new works. But art is sadly under the same umbrella term as other things, and I’m growing tired. You could say I’m tired of the “world” part of it, but being tired of the world is a whole different subject worth elaborating about on another occasion…