Vincent Van Gogh or Art For Art’s Sake
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Are you ‘into’ art? Not necessarily all art but any art? I know ‘art’ covers a multitude of things such as singers and entertainers and so forth but I’m talking about ‘art’ art. The painting stuff. The stuff like Van Gogh did after he cut his ear off – or, possibly, before he cut his ear off. I’m talking about ‘Turner’ – well, I’m not really as I’ve just heard the name ‘Turner’ connected with painting. I’m sure ‘Turner’ was very good at painting what ever it was he painted – I suppose I’d better Google him – hang on a second – right, cracked it – Joseph Mallord William Turner was an English Romantic landscape painter, water-colourist, and printmaker.
Good for him! Whoever he was. The thing is, when I hear the word ‘art’ I think of ‘artists’ in terms of people with paint brushes doing things with said paint brushes rather than Madonna singing one of her interminable tuneless songs and flashing her tits everywhere. An ‘artist’ is, to me, a painter.
Now I’m quite open, I think, to paintings but I do like them to at least resemble whatever it is that the artist has painted in some small way.
If someone paints an apple and it looks like an apple than fair enough. If someone paints an apple and it looks like the result of throwing up after last nights binge drinking followed by a chicken vindaloo then I’m sorry – well I would be sorry if it was me throwing up in our living room after binge drinking and eating a chicken vindaloo anyway – but sometimes ‘art’ isn’t ‘art’ it’s just, well, silly really.
Damien Hurst or, possibly, Hirst – frankly I couldn’t be bothered to Google the correct spelling – is, supposedly, an ‘artist’. Given that his ‘creations’ or, at least, his most famous creations are a shark and a cow in formaldehyde both of which sold for silly money only goes to show that the ‘art world’ or, if you prefer, the supposed experts and aficionado’s of the ‘art world’ wouldn’t actually know a genuinely good bit of ‘art’ if it fell on their heads.
Or perhaps it’s just me? Perhaps I’m just a heathen and can’t appreciate great art? If so I am so so relieved at my ‘heathenness’. I’m so so relieved that I consider Tracey Emin’s ‘Unmade Bed’ to be nothing more than an unmade bed. Tracey Emin made a bloody fortune and created a ‘reputation’ by displaying an unmade bed. I kid you not if you’ve never heard of her or her unmade bed. Do you think, if I opened my front door to the so called ‘art world’ and let them come upstairs to our bedroom and showed them our unmade bed that the ‘art world’ would give us a million pounds and call me and the wifey geniuses? I suspect not.
Now, of course, there is ‘art’ that is not your basic one eared Van Gogh sort of art that can, in my view, be genuinely called ‘art’. Marvel Magazine’s artists creations of Spiderman etc is, to me, a genuine form of art. Andy Warhol’s offerings were often original, if weird, genuine ‘art’. There are certain ‘graffiti artists’ who are, indeed, ‘artists’. ‘Art’ is certainly not confined to old ‘one ear’ or Turner or Picasso or – actually, speaking of Picasso, is that really art? I’m not sure that painting someone with their ear on their nose or their left eye on the side of their head really and truly qualifies as ‘proper art’. Even I could knock up a picture of someone with their nose on the top of their head.
So, I am curious. What, dear readers, do you consider true ‘art’?
Walt Disney cartoons are, to me, real art. Landscape paintings are ‘real’ art. Paintings of animals or people or, indeed, apples if you like that sort of thing are ‘real’ art. I suppose, at a pinch, even Picasso’s ears painted on the belly button or where ever might pass as ‘art’ if it really must.
It’s not so much ‘where does art start?’ as ‘where does it stop being art and start being a pile of crap?’ a la Tracey Emin’s ‘unmade bed’.
Sometimes is it not ‘art for arts sake’ and, more importantly for the so called artist, money for nothing?
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Art, like beauty, is in the eye of the beer holder!
LOL LOL! I love that.
When my mom asked teenaged me to clean up my bedroom, I explained the clothes, comics and chicken vindaloo containers strewn around it were a conceptual art piece that ought not — for art’s sake — be disturbed. She whacked me upside the noggin, told me to zip the lip and clean the damn room. She never has understood art.
LOL. Our mothers must have read the same book.
It didn’t work for me, either.
BTW, has anyone else seen this? To me, it’s real art and with a purpose.
http://twistedsifter.com/videos/dog-without-3d-printed-legs-runs-for-first-time/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Twistedsifter+%28TwistedSifter+%29
I never had that issue because I liked a kind of clean room. My dad would look in, once in a while and go… room is messy Jess, keep the door shut in case your mother walks past. Now my bathroom was a whole other issue. Mom had a cleaner come in every week with her and dad working all hours but she was never allowed to clean my bathroom. I cannot tell you how many arguments teen me and mom got in, because the lady wouldn’t go in my room to clean the bathroom. Poor woeful, pitiful me, but you guys have her come in and clean for you why can’t I. Mom… when you start earning money and contributing to the upkeep and running of this house we’ll talk, till then keep your room and bathroom clean or you can’t have your friends over. She was meany mcmeanerton at times with me.
I like a clean room, but not everyone in the household feels that way, especially when it comes to bed making 🙂
I view my Pulitzer worthy posts as art. I view a woman that does her job and make the damn bed as she supposed to a fine piece of art. I try not to let the shock artist crowd with their offensive pictures of Jesus or someone famous in women’s unmentionables bother me. That silliness does make for good outrage posts though. Even though the outrage posts direct more people to look at it. We republicans hate to ignore any outrage even if our outrage benefits kooks.
Rule in our house is last one up makes the bed or Jess does it, because Kent is way too lazy to do it. I cannot make a bed with him still in it now can I? Plus he never puts all the decorative pillows in proper places.
I have to agree. Much of what is labeled “art” is really pretentious BS. I am such an barbarian, I feel the same way about wine snobs. Pretentious BS.
Letting wine “breath”? Riiiiggghhht. As if much transpiration of a cold liquid is going to happen through a narrow bottle neck.
Exactly what is supposed to happen via this “breathing?” Other than the smug satisfaction of those that “know better” than the uninitiated.
You crazy old man, I love you. Art is whatever you want to see, hear, feel touch it as. I love all kinds, even old weirdo Picasso and his unlevel boob girl paintings. Tracey Emin, I just read about her lately selling some kind of neon sculptures with sayings on them. For the record, in our house an unmade bed is not art, it’s just my lazy ass husband being late up out of the bed and not making it up.