You Call that Art?

Kimber Scott · 03-18-2005, 09:33 PM

John Stossel - Give Me a Break

March 11, 2005

Tom Edgerton · 03-21-2005, 04:59 PM

Okay, I'll bite.

The older I get the more the question "Is it Art?" seems completely futile and tiresome to me. Debating it has taken too much of my life already--time I should have used painting.

I don't know that I'd call Christo's installation "Art," but I also thought that through the late winter trees from some vantage points, it looked kinda pretty.

Also given that it was a temporary installation, and none of the money that funded it came out of your pocket or mine, it's sort of a victimless crime, don't you think?

Artist or not, I'd rather drink a beer with Christo than a dentist or a tax attorney most any day of the week.

Peace--TE

Kimber Scott · 03-21-2005, 10:55 PM

I think you're right. Asking "What is art?" is almost like asking, "What's the best color?" We all have our opinions, but I doubt there really is a right answer.

I thought the article was intriguing, though, not for the Christo exhibit so much as the survey they did with people asking them to choose "masterworks" from a group of paintings and many chose paintings done by four year old children. What does that say? These "modern masterworks" are only masterworks because somebody was willing to pay large amounts of money for them and not simply because they exist? And is this not true of all art? There are many beautiful, masterful pictures in the world that do not get their due simply because their creators were either in the wrong place at the wrong time (working in the wrong "style"), were not prolific enough, or were simply marketing failures. Is the masterpiece still not a masterpiece? Or, is it all about PR?

Matthew Severson · 03-22-2005, 08:12 PM

This topic jumped out at me. I find myself arguing day and night with artists(?) who tend to favor this type of art.
There is simply no end to the argument. What it boils down to it is whether you believe imagination or technique is more important. It amazes me how far some people have gone with the imagination aspect of art.
My favorite by far is Marcel Duchamps "Fountain". He purchased a urinal and signed his name on it. The piece was recently named the most influential artwork of all time.

...How dare they...

Some day I

Patrick Gillooly · 03-30-2005, 11:59 AM

Matthew, I'm pleased you're allowed to be irritated! Tom, I only wish I had more of your patience!
I subscribe to a newsletter from the National Portrait Gallery in London. Given the reputation this gallery has, it's galling to see its focus these days, and its not on quality painting.
You would assume they could tell the wheat from the chaff with the quality of their stock and collection. However, this months focus is on "artist" Tracy Emin. She became famous for selling, for a HUGE fee, an unmade bed, with used underwear, cigarette butts, etc to art buyers Saatchi & Saatchi. Fair enough, if they want to waste their money. But now she's on every arty show giving controversial critical review. When the artists of tomorrow are watching this,ie my kids, what are they meant to think?
Okay, so this is nothing new. But when you look at sites like this, and see the drive, energy passion and commitment from it's members, it really breaks my heart. Where is their financial return? Where is their recognition?
I'm off to light my torch, muster up a mob, and head up to the castle!
In the meantime, I'll work on my artistic appreciation. Maybe Sargent and Paxton were wrong, and their really is a future in leaving my bed unmade!

Kimber Scott · 03-30-2005, 12:43 PM

Patrick, when I first read your post my immediate reaction was there are "artists" and there are "con-artists," but then I thought to look at the situation from a different angle. Maybe, these "con-artists" simply fulfill, what some would call a sick desire in the nouveau-riche and even the old rich, to prove to the world they have so much money they can afford to spend large amounts of it on nothing. This "sickness" unfortunately, has, spilled over into museums and galleries as none of them want to admit they can really see the Emperor's rear-end and besides, if there's money to be made... The disease is contagious, so to speak.

In 1961, Piero Manzoni canned his own excrement and sold it to art collectors. How debaucherous! And, then to call it "art? But, who is the bigger "sinner" the canner, or the buyer? It just occurred to me, the world these people live in is world is of their own making. They exist on another plane. And, what could one spend money on in such a way as to prove with finality their own self-centered and contemptuous familiarity with it than canned poop?

I can only conclude these incidences have nothing to do with art and everything to do with the disease of too much.