Curiosities is a column where I comment on the art news of the week, sometimes about stories that were too small or strange to make the cut, sometimes just giving my thoughts on the highs and lows.
Below, some questions posed by the events of the last week…
1) Is It Possible to Be Too Concerned About Hitler NFTs?
Sometime in the middle of last week I started getting texts from people sounding the alarm about all the Hilter NFTs.
By the time of this writing, stories in Vice and others have forced action: the star offender in the Hitler NFT space, HITL NFT, has vanished from OpenSea, the big NFT trading site. It featured an assortment of collectible cartoon Hitlers styled in different jokey attires (with a pink fedora, with a half-robot face like the Terminator, with a Louis Vuitton-branded military visor).
Not even enough evidence remains of the original HITL NFT on the web for me to reconstruct the offerings, and the “WTF—Hitler??” tone of the hot takes doesn’t really help me figure it out. Based on what I do know, the offensive onset seems less a new nexus for the alt-right and more an exercise in irony-poisoned, attention-seeking dude humor—a very large category of content on OpenSea, which is basically the Cedar Bar of irony-poisoned attention-seeking dudes.
If you are desperate to still spy a green-mustached HITL NFT in the wild, though, don’t worry! Demonstrating the game of digital Whac-a-Mole that is online content moderation, HITL NFT’s wacky Hitler avatars still appear on OpenSea in the form of “Marble Cards,” a low-grade line of NFTs that indiscriminately transforms webpages into tradable images on a marbled, trading-card background. A number of the HITL NFTs have been “marbled” and are still available for purchase.
(As a side note for art lovers forced to wade through yet another story about NFTs, the voracious “Marble Cards” algorithm has also hoovered up most of WikiArt, so that you can own unauthorized “cards” of Marina Abramović, Jasper Johns, Jeff Koons, Yayoi Kusama, Bruce Nauman, Cindy Sherman, Gerhard Richter, and many other living artists.)
You can also find the entire batch of HITL NFTs preserved on something called the OddandHairy Collection. As far as I can tell, this is the initiative of an inept NFT enthusiast hoping to fool an even more inept NFT enthusiast by selling images ripped off in bulk from a random assortment of NFT collections, from the renowned CryptoPunks to the much-less-renowned Crypto Titties.
In any case, does OpenSea have a “Hitler problem?”
The tweet that detonated the Hitler NFT furor stated “all the most popular nfts on opensea are different hitler avatars.” It featured screen caps of four HITL NFTs, each favorited more than 20,000 times—which is indeed a lot, though actually not enough to be “the most popular,” at least not right now.
Who knows how that happened. Unfortunately, since the collection is now offline and no one actually did any real reporting besides recirculating that one tweet, you can’t see who the likes were actually from.
But the thing you should know is that there is no real market for Hitler NFTs!
According to NFT Stats, a data tracker, daily trading volume in HITL NFT peaked at a whopping $736 on October 4. That’s $736 more than anyone should pay, but otherwise it’s sad-trombone territory.
Between September 13 and October 7, when HITL NFT vanished into the ether, the collection sold anywhere between 3 and 0 NFTs a day.
Look, OpenSea has a definite nasty content problem. It takes about two seconds to find rape-themed or conspiracy-themed content for sale, alongside all the Hitler LOLZ. But for the most part, from what I can tell, none of the most openly monstrous stuff is burning up the charts.
Say what you will about NFT traders, but they are mainly in it to flip to a higher bidder, and it turns out that “Hitler” is actually not a brand name that people associate with “winning investment.” That’s actually comforting!
2) Has Automation Come for the Street Art Scene?
Over in Berlin, artist and technologist Niklas Roy has mildly intrigued the graffiti world with his Graffitomat, a robot setup that automates the process of tagging. Now, instead of working that can yourself, you can just put your design into a computer, then stand back and watch a machine do the work while you vape.
The Graffitimat is cumbersome and the art boxy. For now, its ambitions are modest, promising “interesting and inspiring aesthetic outcomes.”
But this is how it begins. Pretty soon, if this technology gets better, the robots will be performing acts that we think we need the intelligence of a human street artist to perform—like painting a giant Frida Kahlo face wearing a KN95 mask, or a huge, rainbow-colored woman who covers a whole building, or a mural of a bunch of evil businessmen playing soccer, only the ball is THE EARTH…
3) Is Jasper Johns a ‘Good Art Friend’?
Sure, the art world is bad. It’s goofy and status-obsessed. Plus, money is everywhere but no one is ever paid what they’re worth, etc., etc. But have you considered—the literary world?
I won’t recap this week’s viral literary-gossip blockbuster from the Times, “Who Is the Bad Art Friend?”, because it’s been the talk of after-work Zoom happy hours all week. Suffice to say that it involves a war in the creative writing community between Dawn Dorland, an aspiring writer and extremely enthusiastic kidney donor, and Sonya Larson, a more successful writer who appropriated Dorland’s public letter to her kidney donee whole into a short story, “The Kindest,” rendering it as a metaphor for privilege.
My colleague Sarah Cascone already went over the fun detail that the question of which writer is legally (if not ethically) right hinges on the unexpected precedent of Andy Warhol’s use of a photo of Prince. Doesn’t that feel like we are playing a kind of word-association game that involves getting as far away from the original people as possible while still staying plausibly relevant?
I guess my main thought was that the literary world’s big-little scandal of the week actually serves as a nice counterpoint to the art world’s big-little uproar of the week: Jasper Johns settling a dispute with a Cameroonian teenager, Jéan-Marc Togodgue, over his appropriation of his drawing of a knee.
The nonagenarian artist apparently saw the drawing in the office of the doctor they share, liked it, and worked a copy into a painting (Slice, 2020) before it occurred to him to approach the teen about crediting him. Johns got called out for exploitation, but they worked it out for a sum that is undisclosed but agreeable enough that Togodgue and his host family ended up grinning in front of Johns’s painting at the Whitney.
Meanwhile, literally everyone over in the “Art Friend” zone ends up seeming like allegorical characters in a tale meant to illustrate “reasons to avoid creative writing programs.” This probably has less to do with the innate temperaments of writers versus artists, though, and more to do with a variation on Sayre’s Law, usually applied to academics: “The disputes are so bitter because the stakes are so low.”
God knows how much Jasper Johns’s handlers have to splash around. Meanwhile, the line that haunts the mind from the Times’s “Bad Art Friend” story is from Larson’s lawyer, defending the writer from demands for damages over her appropriation: “My client’s gross receipts from ‘The Kindest’ amounted to $425.”
4) How Would You Like a Little Clown Torture With Your Cashmere?
A very small thing to take us out: Gotta love this J. Crew’s bold use of Bruce Nauman catalogues to accent the in-store sweater display.
I know that scattering art catalogues about is the way that hotel lobbies, model homes, and retail spaces everywhere signal, “Hey, affluent people—we get you! We too buy books to look smart that we don’t read.”
But, you know, I like to think it’s more deliberate in this case. I like to imagine that some retail genius out there thought to themselves, “You know what? Bruce Nauman’s signature brand of bodily discomfort and existential dread—that’s exactly what we need to sell the ‘cashmere classic-fit crewneck sweater with floral peace embroidery.’”