Illustration by Nicholas Konrad / The New Yorker; Source photograph by Chris Anderson / Getty
Most of the art on display in the Art Blocks gallery originated as projects on the site.
Photograph by Hannah Gentiles / Courtesy Art Blocks
On the upper left is a framed print of a CryptoPunk; on the right is Chromie Squiggle, No. 5618.
Photograph by Erick Calderon / Courtesy Art Blocks
By Rachel Monroe
This past October, Erick Calderon stood in front of a crowd in Marfa, the West Texas town beloved by artists, and attempted to explain, in a public town-hall meeting, his new venture: a showcase of N.F.T. art. The Marfa gallery is the physical embodiment of Art Blocks, a virtual platform for N.F.T.s that Calderon launched at the end of 2020. Since then, the platform has generated more than a hundred million dollars in sales of digital art.
Behind Calderon, a slide show flashed a picture of one of his own algorithmically generated art works, a rainbow-hued scribble known as the Chromie Squiggle, which he had released in an edition of ten thousand. “There’s a Chromie Squiggle that sold—and I just kind of laugh, because I think it’s completely insane—that sold from one collector to another three weeks ago for $3.2 million,” Calderon said.
Calderon, a newly minted multimillionaire, used words like “revolution” and “movement” to describe the nascent technology, which allows for the ownership—and, therefore, commodification—of digital objects. “We want to educate locals and visitors on the subject of creative coding,” he explained. “We want to celebrate the intersection of art and technology in a town that’s served as a home for innovation.”
When Calderon opened the floor to questions, responses were overwhelmingly negative.
“I’m feeling super depressed right now,” the visual artist Magalie Guérin said. “I’m hearing no conversation about criticality. What makes this art?”
The painter Christopher Wool was equally skeptical: “It sounds like you’re talking about art without aesthetics.”
Calderon, a bearish man with a white stripe in his dark, curly beard, seemed shaken. “What we’ve created here is very art-forward, in the world of N.F.T.s,” he said, an edge of desperation in his voice. “If you compare it to any other N.F.T. platform, we’re very art-forward.”
Afew weeks ago, I let myself into the Art Blocks gallery and then called Calderon on FaceTime, so that he could give me a tour. He was in Las Vegas for C.E.S., the consumer-technology conference, slated to speak on a panel about N.F.T.s alongside Paris Hilton. (She ended up cancelling.) He had rented a suite at Caesars Palace, because it came with a pool table, but it hadn’t seen much action; the Omicron variant was putting a damper on schmoozing. Calderon admitted to being somewhat relieved. “I got a little burned out at Art Basel,” he said.
Calderon is a newcomer to fine art. The first time he’d been publicly introduced as an artist was the day before, he told me. “I turned red,” he said. “I don’t know if you’ve ever felt impostor syndrome, but I feel it every day.” His immersion in the art world has been unusually swift and thorough. In the past handful of months, both Christie’s and Sotheby’s have auctioned Chromie Squiggles, calling Calderon “legendary” and crediting his work with “bringing conceptual art back to the art market.” The New York gallery Venus Over Manhattan will host an exhibit of Squiggles later this month. At Art Basel, Calderon said, “We had people from the traditional art world tell us that ours was the best exhibit of art in Miami.”
Until 2021, Calderon, who is forty years old, identified more as an entrepreneur than as an artist. After studying international business at the University of Texas, he founded an imported-tile company in Houston. He spent his spare time on tech-adjacent creative projects, playing around with projection mapping and 3-D printing. In 2014, he and a friend raised forty thousand dollars on Kickstarter to manufacture programmable L.E.D. bracelets for people to wear at parties and festivals. Going into galleries made him nervous; because he couldn’t afford to buy anything, he felt as though he was wasting people’s time by being there.
In 2017, Calderon was browsing Reddit when he came across an early N.F.T. project called CryptoPunks. Two Canadian software developers had written a piece of code that they used to generate ten thousand characters, each with a unique combination of features—sunglasses, a top hat, an earring, a cigarette—rendered in a blocky, Internet-retro style. To claim a CryptoPunk, you merely had to pay a transaction fee to register it on the Ethereum blockchain. Calderon thought the CryptoPunks looked cool—who knew you could pack so much personality into a twenty-four-by-twenty-four-pixel image?—but he was even more inspired by the ideas undergirding the project: that ownership of a digital asset could be registered on the blockchain. He paid around thirty-five dollars to claim a few dozen CryptoPunk N.F.T.s, including many of the comparatively rare zombies.
Other people began building on the Canadians’ idea, creating N.F.T. projects of their own. Owning a CryptoPunk soon became an indicator that you were either an early adopter of N.F.T.s or had plenty of discretionary Ethereum. Last year, as N.F.T.s exploded in popularity, the price of CryptoPunks rose to astonishing heights. I asked Calderon how many CryptoPunks it cost to buy the building in the center of Marfa that’s now the Art Blocks gallery. “It was a third of a CryptoPunk,” he said, sounding somewhat abashed. “But it was a very rare and special CryptoPunk.” (It was a frowning zombie with crazy hair.)
The more Calderon thought about it, the more selfish he felt—had it been unfair of him to claim so many of the project’s rarities? He thought about the thrill he’d felt as a child, when he’d opened a new pack of baseball cards and peeked inside to see whether it included a holographic card. Was there a way to insert a similar element of randomness into the world of digital art? “I knew that a mechanism could be written where I would press Claim, and the blockchain would present me with a punk, and if it happened to be a zombie, then it happened to be a zombie. But my chances would not be one hundred per cent,” he said.
In the next few years, Calderon refined the idea of what eventually became Art Blocks, an N.F.T. platform that allows for an element of surprise—you don’t quite know what you’re going to get until after you buy it. Unlike on other N.F.T. platforms, artists can’t list a jpeg file or a video on Art Blocks. Instead, they write code determining a certain set of parameters and variables. Buyers purchase the opportunity to run the algorithm, thereby minting a piece of digital art.
When Calderon launched Art Blocks, in November, 2020, he wasn’t sure if people would be as enamored of the idea as he was. His previous projects had found limited success; he and his friend ended up selling only around a thousand L.E.D. bracelets. The first piece he listed on the site was the Chromie Squiggle, which he still sometimes thought of as less of an art work than a proof of concept. The two hundred and fifty lines of code that Calderon wrote could theoretically spit out trillions of unique scribbles, although he limited the edition to ten thousand. Each Squiggle has distinct characteristics: No. 7145, rendered in reds and purples, is pointy and jagged; No. 2268 has a bluish color palate and a smoother topography; and No. 7322, which is mostly greens and yellows, resembles a glowworm.
Minting a brand-new Squiggle cost around twenty dollars’ worth of Ethereum. Calderon was surprised at how briskly they sold; within five weeks, over nine thousand had been claimed. Even better, people were creating their own algorithmic art projects. Many of the works on Art Blocks have the screen-saver-ish quality of generic computer art; there are lots of geometric solids, spirals, grids, and gradients. The best, like the Chromie Squiggle, have outputs that are distinct and yet immediately recognizable. “It’s like a Nike swoosh, right?” Calderon said. “If you’ve seen a Chromie Squiggle before, and you see another one, you’re going to know it’s a Chromie Squiggle. It has that purity.”
Because you had to know how to code to put a piece on Art Blocks, the site tended to draw contributors from the tech world—video-game designers, programmers, engineers—who developed into a community of sorts. When a new project was added to the site, hundreds of people gathered on the Art Blocks Discord server to watch and chat as the first editions were minted. Art Blocks N.F.T.s were soon selling briskly on the secondary market, where collectors who wanted to complete a set, or own rarities, bid up prices.
In March, Christie’s auctioned its first N.F.T., a collage of works by the digital artist Beeple, for twenty-six million dollars. Snoop Dogg, Eminem, and John Cleese released N.F.T.s, and Russia’s Hermitage Museum announced an exhibition of N.F.T. art. Art Blocks was flooded with new users, many of whom minted N.F.T.s only in order to flip them. New projects with editions of hundreds sold out within minutes; prices on the secondary market became, as Calderon put it, “insane.” A piece that sold for a few thousand dollars in June resold for $2.5 million two months later. In August, Art Blocks pieces generated nearly six hundred million dollars, including secondary-market resales; on August 23rd, the platform processed sixty-nine million dollars in transactions.
Art Blocks’ smart contracts are structured such that the platform gets ten per cent of every transaction, including resales on the secondary market, while artists receive a five-per-cent royalty. “Everyone was, like, ‘Oh, you’re making so much money, you must be so happy,’ ” Calderon said. “Nobody at Art Blocks enjoyed August. It was awful. It felt like we were getting trampled by speculation.” Many blockchain evangelists dream of a decentralized, self-governing community free of gatekeeping. But Calderon realized that Art Blocks could be consumed by flippers and speculators. When the hordes moved on to the next hot investment, the early adopters would be rich, the latecomers would be stuck holding the bag, and contributing artists would be left with “bad vibes” and tanking prices. Around this time, someone submitted a piece to Art Blocks that consisted of twenty-five lines of low-effort code. “You could tell that this was just thrown together,” Calderon told me. He appointed a board to curate the projects that appeared on the site, and instituted a new auction model meant to dissuade speculators.
Meanwhile, the traditional art world was expressing interest in Art Blocks. Aligning with fine-art institutions helped justify the prices that Art Blocks contributors, many of whom lacked an art-world pedigree, were fetching, while enabling those institutions to cash in on the N.F.T. craze. Calderon was grateful for the support, even if he occasionally questioned the motivations behind it: “I’m just terrified of the idea that people are giving us all these compliments because they don’t want to miss out on this N.F.T. thing, when in reality they’re just looking at it from a business perspective.”
For Calderon, the gallery in Marfa was a way to situate Art Blocks within a fine-art tradition, as well as a physical space where the site’s virtual community could congregate. In October, around three hundred of those community members travelled to Marfa to meet in person for the first time. I live in Marfa, and they were easy to spot, even among the other tourists—any guy with a graphic T-shirt and nice sneakers standing in a cluster of other men was likely to be affiliated with Art Blocks. I spoke with a few of them that weekend. Their main argument in favor of N.F.T.s seemed to be how much money they had made, and how quickly they’d made it. “All these store owners said, ‘All y’all ever talked about was money.’ That’s endemic in this space, but that’s not what we’re out there to do,” Calderon said. He later told me, “I will never discuss prices in Marfa again.”
The Art Blocks gallery is housed in an old residence with unvarnished wood floors and two fireplaces. When I visited, most of the art on display originated as projects on the site, although one room featured examples of algorithmic art from the nineteen-seventies by Herbert Franke and Manfred Mohr. “These artists were not accepted by the mainstream art world,” Calderon explained. “To this day, the idea that something wasn’t created with a brush means that, in many people’s minds, it’s not art.” (This account is somewhat simplistic: although computer-generated work has met with some resistance, Mohr’s work has been shown at the Museum of Modern Art and the Centre Pompidou; the Whitney Museum has collected digital art for decades.) Adjacent to the Mohr, a framed print of a CryptoPunk with a red mohawk and V.R. goggles hung on the wall.
Calderon cited the minimalist artist Donald Judd as a major inspiration for Art Blocks, and the reason for opening a gallery in Marfa. He is particularly inspired by Judd’s “100 untitled works in mill aluminum,” which are on permanent display in town, at the Chinati Foundation. Each of the hundred works has the same external dimensions and a unique interior configuration. Calderon called this work “iterative,” in that it obeys a set of rules. “Even though it wasn’t coded in JavaScript and rendered on a computer, Judd captured the ideas of permanence and variability—two core tenets of on-chain generative art,” an Art Blocks press release proclaimed.
This seemed to me to be a fundamental misunderstanding of what Judd was up to. To be sure, Judd’s works, which relied on industrial materials and lacked the expressive mark of the artist’s hand, have occasionally been misconstrued. The plywood pieces for his 1975 exhibit at the National Gallery of Canada faced issues at the border, when customs officials struggled to see them as art. But it’s hard to believe that Judd, whose conception of art was bound up in its materiality, and who exerted such control over the specific context in which his work would be seen, would be enthusiastic about algorithmically generated digital art living on the blockchain. I asked Robert Arber, a printmaker who worked with Judd for many years, if he thought that Judd, who died in 1994, would have embraced N.F.T.s. “I can’t imagine it,” he said. “I would be willing to bet a bottle of whiskey—as good a whiskey as you could find. He was a hands-on guy.” (Marfa is a small town, and I am friendly with Arber, Guérin, and Wool.) Flavin Judd, Judd’s son and the artistic director of the Judd Foundation, told me, “Don was for real things and against the commodification of art and culture. His work concerned actual objects in actual space; he was not a conceptual artist. This type of work is directly counter to his thinking. It’s like condensed Warhol minus the art, the soup, or the wit.”
Donald Judd came to Marfa in the nineteen-seventies, seeking an escape from the commercial tendencies of the art world, of which he could be laceratingly critical. (He was also, it must be said, a beneficiary of them.) “Art’s not a commodity, and everybody should fight that idea,” he said, in a 1985 interview. I wonder sometimes what Judd would have made of the fact that one of his legacies has been the transformation of Marfa into an art-world brand signifying independence and authenticity. This narrative seems to have a strong appeal to tech people, who have been driving the town’s latest rush of gentrification. (I keep hearing about properties that Jack Dorsey has bought.) In such a context, an N.F.T. gallery was, perhaps, inevitable.
The final piece on my Art Blocks tour was a Chromie Squiggle, No. 5618. It was a particularly appealing specimen, its gradient spanning the full rainbow, the shape of its squiggle dynamic but not overly cramped. I held my phone next to my face, so that Calderon and I could both regard the Squiggle at the same time. I asked him what he saw in it, what about it excited him, what was he trying to say with it.
Calderon paused, looking at the work that made him an artist and a wealthy man. “I really like color, I really like rainbows,” he said eventually. “This is the opposite of proficient coding. It’s actually a stupid, simple algorithm. And a stupid, simple concept of having a squiggly line. There’s nothing dark about the Squiggle. There’s nothing meant to be, you know, reflective of dark times. It’s only meant to bring people joy and make people smile.”
