i know people – there are people of my acquaintance – addicted to crits. high adrenaline crits or slow, drawn out crits, designed to massage all those nodes casual consumers of art won’t go. serious, pumelling, occasionaly hysterical, odd touches of humour but intensity is the goal. the crits can reach a fervor equivalent to church service. never far away in london and often inhabiting the same areas as galleries / studios.
or maybe the buzz is akin to an aa meeting
there’re small economies built around this need and small economies built to initiate new converts, implicit in the tagline that this is the blood of an artist we can all dip our bread in.