Slugwood wrote...
Aesri wrote...
Slugwood wrote...
(And that brings up lots of other questions, like if something can be art if the author did not intend it as such.)
Granted, this is a page late and all, but it bears pointing out that there's a bunch of "stuff" some artists would (and do) love prancing around as "art" that is as obviously so far from "art" that the light from "art" won't reach it for the next few billion years.
It being or not being "artistically derived" means less and less the longer there is no objective record of intent and design. For this, we've got marketing and the finished product.
I don't see much room for any metric of measure regarding artistic merit here outside the subjective, and then the question above becomes kinda moot. *shrug*
Oh, I didn't mean to imply author intention is the only defining characteristic of art, but that it might be one of them. Certainly I can't think of any examples of an artist creating art without intending to, unless you go to Dadaism and still that represents a very intentional statement. Even artists who use chance as their primary artistic tool do so intentionally.
In any case I must say I would tend to disagree with your first statement, but perhaps that is coming from my perspective as an artist (well, musician) myself. Not to say you can't be, either.
I'm sorry if I came across as if I thought that you implied such. Just thought to shine a light on a point for the interest of discorse. Pardon any unclear statement I may have made in regards to such.
And let me be clearer. What artist is GOING to come out and say "Heh, I just (Random act X) and there it was...like a weapon-of-mass-impressionism."? That's right, none would. I couldn't ask for an example of one that would, as that's more "Diogenes" than I care to allow myself to be.
As a teen, I walked into the St. Louis Art Museum with my mother and bore witness to a 20' tall, square white canvas with three or four bundled industrial cables jutting out from the center of it to lay down onto the floor and extended out to a distance of 10' or so. It was labeled as "modern art" and was the biggest draw for the museum for that year.
It was a couple of cables affixed to a canvas and haphazardly strewn onto the floor. It was crap. It showed all the composition and artistic merit of a 7 year old boy's tread-marked underwear. I'm anything other than a liar as to the forethought some Amerian curators put into what they'll hang and extol the virtues of. Might make me bland Colonial...but then I can live with that.
Sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar; readily admitted. Othertimes, that Havana hand-rolled is just a Philly Blunt stuffed with dried oak leaves. Still other times a "sequel" is just a shared-IP exploration. Art be damed.
I appreciate the feedback, however. Thank you, kindly!





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