Letter 11. On Casual Racism
T: Hi John,
Happy New year! Thank you for your tutorial report.
You know White Cube was literally that close to offer me a solo show. And then they said - ‘you lack an interesting name or a background. You are too normal, too familiar.’
J: Well basically they were saying you are too white for them?
T: Yeah yeah haha this is exactly what it was. And I was like - ‘guys I know I’m just a white male painter from Essex, but I can do shit, I can put one of these big sombrero on and run around the White Cube like a proper Mexican (??!) but what the hell!’
And then later that week, there was more!
T: And then she was like - Maybe your paintings are understood in Britain - I don't know! I don't understand your paintings- I’m South American!
T: And I was like, -ok-.
And John, have you heard about this term ‘ to paint with an accent?’ I think this is what is happening in here….
J: I'm tired of stories about clever white men and how special they are.
Saying some thoughts
That irritates the greater compost
Within random manipulated podcasts told
encapsulated within correspondence
To complete the incomplete gestalt