Monthly Archives: June 2014

Sabo

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For some really bizarre reason, society associates artists with the left supposedly because we are all about feelings and emotions and thus “care” more. I myself don’t get how stealing one person’s money and giving it to another equates to “”caring more”; but, there you have it. I myself prefer personal generosity. If I’m going to help someone, I am not going to reach into YOUR pocket to do so.

Anyway, there seems to be a dearth of non-liberal artists… Or is there? I keep my eye out for artists with a positive message and I like this guy. Check out Sabo.

Has art lost its way?

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In a  LinkdIn post in the ART Professionals Worldwide forum, Brian Millard, artist tutor at Education Services (NZ), shared his concerns regarding art losing its connections with humanity. He asked, “Has art lost its way? Does it answer our innermost human needs? Is the disconnect too great or can it be revived literally with the kiss of life?”

Having recently viewed a piece of performance art which made me want to bleach my eyeballs, I can unequivocally answer to the affirmative.

Performance and Conceptual Art seem to be hellbent to desensitize us from the pain and horror of reality while ensuring that art is equated to nausea and disgust. The beautiful is no longer celebrated; but, is dismissed as irrelevant and our “institutions of higher learning” seem to be pushing the bizarre and the scatological as true art. And don’t even get me started about the millions in government grants being awarded to support this garbage!

And, oh my goodness, the explanations of the “processes” and “concepts” behind today’s artwork… I have a theory: the more elaborate the verbiage, the more full of bull hockey the artist. Art is THE communication in and of itself, requiring no additional commentary. It speaks for itself. So any time an artist must break out the thesaurus in order to communicate to the viewer, he or she has completely lost the way and missed the point.

But, thank goodness not all artists have sold their souls to the gods of mediocrity. As long as there are holdouts in the art world who believe that art is a tangible expression of our intangible spirituality, there is hope. The character, Fletcher McBracken, in the 1997 movie, Still Breathing, summed up my feelings perfectly:
 
“I have this terribly archaic notion that
art should be about beauty…
and passion… and, well,
redefining an imperfect world
in a perfect way