Notes on David Horvitz
Hello friendly ones,
I’m forgetting my manners. As a supportive fan and person who has bought work from (and continues to buy work from!) David Horvitz, I was offered by him a unique opportunity that I intended to pass along to you. (Bless your hearts, the enthusiasm you bring to our readings simply makes me want to include you in everything.)
A facsimile of Horvitz’ letter is below.
Hope you are doing well!
I wanted to share with you a new link I made:
I am selling some old works to help fundraise for some new upcoming projects
The link is not public posted, I’m only sending it to people who have bought
works in the past. Feel free to show it to other people.
Have a good night,
I admire David and his work. I spent a long time cruising his websites imagining the fun of participating in some of his adventures. I’ve shared a few of these in Notes.
Then a year ago I sent him a proposal: I send him $20 a month and he sends me documentation of a trip he takes with the $$. A Google map link, a jpg of one of his truly beautiful – remarkably beautiful! – photos, some sort of remnant from the trip: a subway ticket, an exhibition flyer, a wide variety of neat things. Once when there was a bad snowstorm and he traveled to upstate NY he sent me a still cold snow-soaked document – can you imagine my glee?!
A few months ago I began participating in his scheme to pay his studio rent. $33 a month – edition of 10. Among other things I got the most amazing polaroids of apples!!! Yay! Now that I think of it though, does Horvitz really even have a studio???
I’ve got my fingers crossed that I get a raise at the end of the year. Just think what fun I can have!
You’ll notice through all of this that Horvitz is really selling very little. Perhaps you’ll also notice how smoothly he passes the work of selling along to another party.
This my friends is genius. This is Jackson promising a part of his ever-loving soul by selling drips of paint on canvases and pissing into a fire. This is Andy selling trailer trash Enquirer photo-shoots as multiples for high buck-age to a classy clientele. In phrasing that might have come directly from my sainted and deceased parents (who knew from flim flam), “This Horvitz guy is an operator!”
In the romantic days of my youth I was enamored of such brazenness, usually from afar. The tag “operator” I took to be a compliment and an attribute.
Famously I am still a sucker for art. (Out of some romantic ideals I shall not grow.)
Aren’t you a sucker for art?
Visit David Horvitz’ Tumblr site Some Works, New and Old, For Sale.