Condition

How often did I come across a hardly visible video work at Documenta XII, at Istanbul Biennial, art institution here or there, etc?
How often has concern been outlined about the artists’ works to be seen in a proper way?
How large is the acceptability of what is bad and what is still all right in terms of image, sound, chairs for visitors etc. the condition to see a work of art?

This is about form, not content.
“Visual art is defined as the arrangement of colors, forms, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium”.
In that sense we can accept anything that triggers the subjective beauty sensors of perception, and a hardly visible colour video might have its charm, might talk about the dematerialization of the art object, the post white cube condition, etc.
But somehow here (in time and space) is my limit! I am tired of interpretations like: there was not enough budget and/ or it is site specific, and therefore we do not deal with the same conditions as in the white cube.
As an attentive viewer I demand my right to see the works properly, carefully installed with the good sound and the good beamer, and if there is no other way out of this misery of condition, please retreat, dear artist!

p.s. motivation

Istanbul, Sept. 2007, opening days of the Biennial “Not Only Possible But Necessary: Optimism In The Age Of Global War” at IMC, the department store lot partly re-used as Biennial venue: all the stores have full glass façade at the front and a garage-like space, almost gallery like presentation space. The large window front made it impossible to see video work, even though it was presented on TV monitor. The sign left from the monitor informed that the work of Anu Pennanen, Allan Sekula and Ferhat Özgür (all about 45 min video work in a loop on one single monitor) are presented here. The light was too bright to see anything… The next day, the glass front was tinted black. I went back inside. The tinting was executed with graffiti spray. Know how dangerous the gas is, I spend hardly five minutes inside. It was so extremely stinky - again no chance to watch the works. Who cared about the young female guard, who had to spend an entire day inside of that smelly and polluted space? Why, oh why, dear curator?