Artworld
noun [ahrt-wurld]
1. A group or network of people involved in the production, commission, preservation, promotion, criticism, and sale of art. (YourDictionary 2019)
Art is a tricky concept to construe. It could be 2-D or 3-D. It could be intentional or accidental. It comes in different forms. It could be the Mona Lisa. Or it could be a room filled with engine oil located in the ever-so-unique Tasmania, but I’ll get to that shortly.
First, lets start off by asking the dreaded question: “What is art?” Perhaps no-one knows. But I shall introduce an example that may provide some insight. In 1917, French-American artist Marcel Duchamp presented a controversial yet riveting piece of art in the form of a standard porcelain urinal, titled as Fountain, and signed with “R. Mutt 1917”. However, it was denied for exhibition by the board, much to Duchamp’s disappointment. (Tate 2019)
Fast forward 99 years, Italian artist Piero Manzoni managed to sell a can of fecal matter, known as Artist’s Shit for €275,000. Crazy, right? (La Stampa 2016)

Fountain 1917, replica 1964 Marcel Duchamp 1887-1968 (Tate 2019)
Artist’s Shit 1961 Piero Manzoni 1933-1963 Purchased 2000 (Tate 2019)
So what happened in between those 99 years that resulted in a transition between a urinal being rejected for display and 30 grams of poo exceeding the value of gold? Could it have just been luck? Or the more plausible explanation – the development of the Artworld! The community that determines what classifies as art, and what does not. A platform that legitimises art. Much like the words of philisopher George Dickie, “a work of art is an artifact of a kind created to be presented to an artworld public” and “a framework for the presentation of a work of art by an artist” (Margolin 2013).
As for Manzoni’s example, the allure of his art pieces that provide them with artistic status may stem from numerous factors. They were intimate and personal. They were well presented and produced in a limited batch of 90. And most importantly, they were a metaphor for the nature of artistic labour – raw materials, violent expulsion etc. (Tate 2019). So it wasn’t just your regular ol’ can of shit; it had extended meaning behind it, which is why it was (and still is) seen as “art”, and hence the absurd price tag.
So back to my engine oil story. I paid a visit to the Museum of Old and New Art (MONA) in Hobart last year, and needless to say, I was very intrigued. The one exhibit that had a lasting impression on me was called 20:50, located in the new Pharos wing at MONA. It was a room flooded with black reflective liquid (probably sump oil), with waist-high barriers which allowed viewers to walk in through a narrow channel. The liquid was filled to the brim – one drop more and it would overflow. My temptation to reach out and touch the liquid was held back by common sense, the pungent greasy smell and of course, the “do not touch” signs scattered everywhere. It was a very interesting exhibit, despite the fact that there was no particular meaning attached to it. But that’s art, right? It is up to us individuals to give it some meaning, some sense, some artistic value. For me, it was a frustrating experience. Usually, when you see an exhibit, you try to absorb it with as many senses possible: see, feel, smell, hear. Almost in all cases, you can both see and feel it. In this exhibit, I was held back by limitations, which dampened my experience. Instead, I was provided with the alternative of smell that I had to settle for. And one other thing – if they did not want people touching the oil, why were there no restrictive railings to prevent us from touching it? Maybe the beauty of this art piece is the fact that there is no need for a physical barrier; it is rather the mental barrier that proves sufficient.

A few photos from my MONA adventure: this is 20:50 by Richard Wilson
Trying not to drop my phone into the oil while I precariously take a close-up photo
In this day and age, we see art in everything. It does not matter what we are told; we all see things in our own way. The same group of people who caused a can of excrement to sell for big money is the same group of people that we see browsing through galleries and exhibits. That’s us. We are the Artworld.
Bibliography:
Alcuni Dirriti Riservati. Record per “Merda d’Artista” di Manzoni: 275mila euro per la scatoletta n. 69. La Stampa. Accessed April 10, 2019. https://www.lastampa.it/2016/12/08/cultura/arte/home-cover/record-per-merda-dartista-di-manzoni-mila-euro-per-la-scatoletta-n-9BhUWPVZJtOQqT1CVBOysK/pagina.html
Margolin, V. 2013. Design Studies: Tasks and Challenges. The Design Journal 14, no. 4: 400-407.
Tate. Marcel Duchamp | Fountain. Tate. Accessed April 10, 2019. https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/duchamp-fountain-t07573
Tate. Piero Manzoni | Artist’s Shit. Tate. Accessed April 10, 2019. https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/manzoni-artists-shit-t07667
YourDictionary. Artworld Dictionary Definition. YourDictionary. Accessed April 10, 2019. https://www.yourdictionary.com/artworld


