$250,000 prize to one of our gang!

September 22-October 10 there was a fine exhibition of art throughout the downtown public buildings and museums of Grand Rapids that brought thousands of people to stand in line to view art and talk about it with their friends. It is called ArtPrize. ArtPrize is a radically open competition. Open to any artist in the world who can find space. Open to anybody in Grand Rapids, Michigan, who wants to create a venue. Open to a vote from anyone who attends. There was almost $500,000 in prize money at stake and is sponsored by the De Vos Family, founders of Amway. 2010 was its second year.

Over 1700 artists displayed their work in over 300 locations. Anyone could vote to choose the prizewinners. You had to go to Grand Rapids to register, then you could vote at your leisure on your computer or at various balloting places around the city.

So why am I telling you about this again? The winners were announced last week and it has just sunk in on me that the big prize winner, Chris LaPorte, winner of $250,000 is someone I have met! Where? at an art fair!! Don't you just love it? The public speaks and who do they choose? Someone who draws portraits and caricatures at art fairs. Granted this was not caricature, but rather a huge graphite drawing 8 ft. x 4.4 ft., a pretty amazing drawing.

Read about Chris' life as an artist and learn about the drawing at ArtPrize.org. Here is 90 seconds with Chis LaPorte, a video: http://blog.artprize.org/2010/10/05/90-seconds-with-chris-laporte/

Read a little more here: Democracy comes to the art world

Yes, I am telling you about this because Chris has lived your life, but also because maybe, just maybe, you'll start thinking really big about where you are going with your art next...I can't wait to see it.
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  • Maybe Tom subscribes to the practice: "Beatings will continue until morale improves." I think one of the good points of this whole AFI blog is that we all get to air our differences, as long as we don't call people names, but keep to the issues. And I thought this thread did show a lot of differences in peoples' thinking, with some thinking the artwork (remember, way back at the beginning, before people got sidetracked into moaning about the Good Ol' Days) was splendid, some thought it was contrived or unoriginal; some thought it didn't matter, because the money was worth it; some maybe thought they wouldn't sell out, at any price, etc.
  • Mr. Tom, Are You One Of Those Reincarnation Guys?
  • I can't get back to the discussion because I am not permitted. My comments might get me banned as apparently we are not permitted to discuss these things from ALL angles, only the angles that don't ruffle any feathers or are politically correct, because we're all one happy community here.
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    So let's get back to the art theme that this whole thread started with about 140 comments ago! Or should we just end this thing now and go onto something else that hasn't spun out of control?
  • Ahh, I miss Stockley - unless there's a nor'easter that floods the park.
  • Poor Mrs. Sadler would be sad to see the missing "e" on the end of Chesapeake. I know several kids that recently went to Chittum, and I think it has been invaded by dragging and crack jeans disease. So sad.
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