
Group Show
Art Unlimited
Fear that a policy of artistic commitment will “narrow the market” is reflected in the average “unlimited” fare of many little pantapoloia of art, but never more depressingly than in the off-season cluttering of walls with the dregs of the bins. One wearies of group shows that have no theme, that present neither a sequence in the evolution of a method nor a coherent essay in significantly juxtaposed parallels or contrasts, but that seem merely an attempt to display a “little of something” for every conceivable taste (including the most banal) that might be found in a random sampling of passers-by.
If there are inevitably one or two pieces in such a scattering that rise somewhat above the triviality of the average, it is but respect for the art and kindness to the artist to overlook them in such a context.
