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I DON’T GET “ART”. And I’M SICK OF PRETENDING
You think that you are an artist, and a few friends artists, or not, think that you are indeed an artist…and I don’t comprehend what’s so artistic in your “production”…Does this situation prove that you are no longer an artist, or that there is no chance for me to learn to be an artist if I put my mind into that domain? For example:
1. Let’s consider how Seth Godin understands art. He posted “How being artistic can be taught?”:
”All artists are self-taught. Techniques, skill and a point of view are often handed down, formally or not.
Of course, it’s easier to get started if you’re taught.
But art, the new, the ability to connect the dots and to make an impact–sooner or later, that can only come from one who creates, not from a teacher and not from a book.” End of Seth quote
And if we are taught the wrong way? Can we recover with bad practice? The theme in Seth piece is that there is the Genes factor that is the determining element…Actually, if not a single member in the extended family nurtured you in one field of art, it is doubtful that you’ll consider art as a field to pursue. You have not been initiated and exposed to an artistic field as kid, and the odds are that you failed to practice enough in art to become an acceptable artist…
2. Glen Coco has another approach to art. She wrote 11 months ago:
“You know what? I’m sick of pretending. I went to art school, wrote a dissertation called “The Elevation of Art Through Commerce: An Analysis of Charles Saatchi’s Approach to the Machinery of Art Production Using Pierre Bourdieu’s Theories of Distinction”. I have attended art openings at least once a month for the last five years, even fucking purchased pieces of it.
The other night, after attending the opening of the new Tracey Emin retrospective at the Hayward Gallery, I’m finally ready to come out and say it: “I just don’t think I get art”.
I’m like, 99% sure that nobody’s ACTUALLY into art and it’s just some exclusive club you can only join, if you’ve got more money than interesting things to communicate to the rest of the human species. Just as nobody wanted to be the first one to go up to the Emperor and say “dude, I can see your arsehole”, nobody wants to be the one to go up to the lady in the above photograph and say “you are at least 50 years old. What the fuck are you doing?”
Look at these fucking guys! Just to be clear: They are in the process of spending three minutes looking at a photograph of a woman they don’t know sitting on a chair. Can you imagine how quickly they’d be skipping over this photo if it was in their mum’s holiday snaps?
This video, for the minute that I watched, was literally just what you see in this picture. Tracey riding a fucking horse. What you can’t see from this picture is the room full of people staring at this with one hand on their chins and super serious expressions. One girl was even taking notes!
There are times I wish I possessed the requisite attention span to absorb endless amounts of totally pointless bullshit.
If that film isn’t ridiculous enough for you in its current format, how about watching it while hunched over on a teeny-tiny chair so you look like a complete twat while you’re doing it?
Are you fucking kidding me? Just in case you can’t tell from the picture, this is a photo of Tracey rubbing money against her vagina. Which people are going to pay money to look at. That’s like a Zoolander joke that the writers rejected for being “a bit transparent”.
This piece deals with themes of “making kids who have been dragged to the exhibition even more pissed off than they already were by presenting them with something that would be fucking awesome to play on, but that they’re not allowed to touch”.
“God, people that don’t get why this shelf full of car boot sale crap is meaningful are so crass and uncultured.” Imagine having to explain this exhibition to an alien or a medieval time traveler. Bet you can’t.
According to the exhibition guide, this piece is one of a number of small pieces that “can easily be missed or walked past – but you have to read them, give them time.” I think perhaps I need a little more time to read this one.
I have never wanted to do anything more than Catwoman the fuck out of this room.
After saying “fuck everything about this place”, I started to head towards the exit, where I ran into noted Brummie horsewoman Janet Street Porter. After reading recently Janet’s fantastic and thought-provoking piece in the Daily Mail about what a travesty it is that the English language has gone from the beauty of Shakespeare to a series of senseless emoticons and hashtags, I was surprised to see her looking at such unskilled art. She must have been researching a piece about the devolution of art from this:
To this:
Alright, I’ll Do It – I’ll Give Art a Second Chance
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