The art is in the frame?
The art is in the frame.
What do we put value in, in art? What are the viewer’s thoughts on the manifestation of an intangible idea into a corporeal form?
What are the viewer’s expectations of what is deemed ‘true art’?
I don’t have any answers for you. I can only hope to show some perspective, being a fly on the wall, as others experience ‘high art’. The comments and questions they have, the preconceived notions they have, and the inevitable struggle the artist has to produce something that the general masses will click with. That is new enough to be exciting, yet familiar enough to not be deemed frightening.
Why do we look at art? What purpose does it serve? Why do we keep falling back to similar themes? Do we see ourselves? Do we see the Other? The notion that art reflects life is drilled deep into our brains. But does it really?
What do you expect of art? Is it representational? Abstracted emotion? Or something less tangible? What makes good art, good, and bad art, bad? When someone tell you they are artistically exploring ideas of something or other, do you really believe them? Or are you just trusting that they know what they are talking about? Why?
There’s nothing in this room that hasn’t been seen before. No conversation that hasn’t already been had since cavemen decorated rock walls. There will always be the one who discredits what they see, who focuses on the gold and shiny frame. Taking in the spectacle, but not understanding it for what it is. And that’s why we’re here.
The art is in the frame.
What do we put value in, in art? What are the viewer’s thoughts on the manifestation of an intangible idea into a corporeal form?
What are the viewer’s expectations of what is deemed ‘true art’?
I don’t have any answers for you. I can only hope to show some perspective, being a fly on the wall, as others experience ‘high art’. The comments and questions they have, the preconceived notions they have, and the inevitable struggle the artist has to produce something that the general masses will click with. That is new enough to be exciting, yet familiar enough to not be deemed frightening.
Why do we look at art? What purpose does it serve? Why do we keep falling back to similar themes? Do we see ourselves? Do we see the Other? The notion that art reflects life is drilled deep into our brains. But does it really?
What do you expect of art? Is it representational? Abstracted emotion? Or something less tangible? What makes good art, good, and bad art, bad? When someone tell you they are artistically exploring ideas of something or other, do you really believe them? Or are you just trusting that they know what they are talking about? Why?
There’s nothing in this room that hasn’t been seen before. No conversation that hasn’t already been had since cavemen decorated rock walls. There will always be the one who discredits what they see, who focuses on the gold and shiny frame. Taking in the spectacle, but not understanding it for what it is. And that’s why we’re here.
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