Call me old fashioned, but I preferreds the good old days when artists were driven insane by syphilis instead of politics.
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Call me old fashioned, but I preferreds the good old days when artists were driven insane by syphilis instead of politics.
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Think of how the Renaissance painters chose to glorify God with their madonnas or how Shakespeare argued that capturing another’s beauty in his words would give it an eternal life or of how the great composers felt they were capturing the eternal harmony of the spheres and then listen to this idiot rant. What has she been taught? Youth is by its nature disproportionate and narcisstic; it is often also death-obsessed. But choosing death is another thing. And choosing the fleeting and silly and political seems guided by rather than opposed by her mentors. We’ve known this is where the arts were going for a while; this is perhaps no more offensive than the dead bodies on display a few years ago. But each time, it seems to me, I hoped nature and art would reassert themselves – the pendulum would have used up about as much of that energy as it could, since clearly it wasn’t going to be energized by what usually energizes art – our love for harmony and proportionality, for nature and life, etc. etc. Well, so I’m wrong again.
the perfect description of Ms. Shvarts and her kindred: “Arthole“
Yale says it’s a hoax. Svarts says she really did it. No No. Did So. Liar liar pants on fire.
Shvarts Deconstructs.
I am pretty sure that ART has jumped the shark. It may be a very long time before we get it back, if ever.
“Art” has jumped the shark, not art. There is still plenty of art around. The good side: Yale has felt a need to disavow this,so not everything goes. One almost expected the usual blather about freedom of expression.
I am comforted by the knowledge that nothing is stopping anybody from drawing a quick pen-and-ink sketch of their little children at play, as Queen Victoria used to do, and enjoying the process and the outcome. No matter how many insane “art” students are out there.