| | Hello Jeff,
You have just put the meaning of life and everything else, into a grain of sand; the complete distillation of everything you know and understand. I'm awestruck! That "little" presentation that little "gift" you tossed out so nonchalantly has a lifetime of study in it. Thank you for it. I enjoyed the experience.
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Back to Ruby and Congo. Are you speaking cruelly of them? They are not the artists; they are like the vulgar rich kid's version of SPIROGRAPH. The human value in their "work" has been relegated to the triumvirate of School cafeteria worker dolloping out the paint, Janitor cleaning up afterward, and the most significant agent of this April fools joke, THE ART DEALER.
ART is about humanity, about intent, about emotion, about skill. Ruby's friend, Jackson is a human; and therefore his work IS ART. The real question is: what is it's value? How does one determine the value of the work of a particular human's mind? How does one determine the value of "any" human's work? At the moment; it seems to be based on the resume. So, before we scorn Jackson; let's drag his resume out into the light if reason; and see if he's got anything in the space between his ears. Does he have anything worth listening to?
I think he does; his resume proves it. But, perhaps he's a has-been, and now he has nothing to say. Well, that for me is the authentic question? Maybe he has Altzheimer's syndrome OR maybe he knows something so sublime and perfect and there are no words for it. I don't have an answer; but others have had plenty to say about it.
The beholder is a significant factor in the equation. We don't let babies make decisions at the NYSE; but the artistically ignorant, running off at the mouth, think they should have just as valid a claim on the value of Pollock and his colleagues. Whether someone likes a piece of art, is quite insignificant. Whether someone can appreciate the work, seriously and thoughtfully is the issue. Some people are not ashamed of their pompous ignorance; they wear it like a badge of honour.
The error is in the improper use of good and bad. The work cannot hold those attributes. The artist's intent and subsequent act only, can hold those morals. All art "speaks" to me; but I don't understand every aesthetic language; and often the message isn't worth the value of my effort to understand. That's when I keep my mouth shut.
When art speaks to me with a compelling voice, and my bank manager agrees; I get out my cheque book. As for my own work? Well, one day when I'm feeling gutsy I'll rent a virtual gallery and invite you in to the other recesses of my mind. Blessed are the cracked; for they shall let in the light.
The purpose of art is to comfort the afflicted, and to afflict the comfortable. Can a single piece do both?
Thanks Jeff, I feel much better now. I wonder where Nathan's fish bowl is? sssssssssighhhhhhhhhhhh Sharon
If my former unedited version unintentionally evoked some malcontent. I regret that. I hope I have made amends. Robert Band......... I heard you, in another post. Thanks Sh. (Edited by Sharon Romagnoli Macdonald on 6/21, 10:35am)
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