Art (apparently this needs to be longer than 4 characters)

there is a difference between art and design,cars and hi-fi cables cant be consediered art as they have a practical application, yes they look good and have some "artistic" merit, but its design.
art needs no function, its point it to be thought provoking, beautiful, to fill a space even. but it cannot have function, it cant be "used" for something.
In that way tattoos are toatally art, its a artistic medium, the point of a tattoo is to look cool, to tell a story about someone, to be badass, whatever. but its art none the less.
any way, some art im into:
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Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Stephen Mitchell
We cannot know his legendary headwith eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torsois still suffused with brilliance from inside,like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,gleams in all its power. Otherwisethe curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could a smile run through the placid hips and thighsto that dark center where procreation flared.Otherwise this stone would seem defacedbeneath the translucent cascade of the shouldersand would not glisten like a wild beast's fur:would not, from all the borders of itself,burst like a star: for here there is no placethat does not see you. You must change your life.

Meditation at LagunitasBY ROBERT HASSAll the new thinking is about loss.In this it resembles all the old thinking.The idea, for example, that each particular erasesthe luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown-faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunkof that black birch is, by his presence,some tragic falling off from a first worldof undivided light. Or the other notion that,because there is in this world no one thingto which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,a word is elegy to what it signifies.We talked about it late last night and in the voiceof my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tonealmost querulous. After a while I understood that,talking this way, everything dissolves: justice,pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a womanI made love to and I remembered how, holdingher small shoulders in my hands sometimes,I felt a violent wonder at her presencelike a thirst for salt, for my childhood riverwith its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat,muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fishcalled pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her.Longing, we say, because desire is fullof endless distances. I must have been the same to her.But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread,the thing her father said that hurt her, whatshe dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinousas words, days that are the good flesh continuing.Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings,saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.

A High Toned Old Christian Woman
By Wallace Stevens

Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
Take the moral law and make a nave of it
And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus,
The conscience is converted into palms,
Like windy citherns hankering for hymns.
We agree in principle. That's clear. But take
The opposing law and make a peristyle,
And from the peristyle project a masque
Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawdiness,
Unpurged by epitaph, indulged at last,
Is equally converted into palms,
Squiggling like saxophones. And palm for palm,
Madame, we are where we began. Allow,
Therefore, that in the planetary scene
Your disaffected flagellants, well-stuffed,
Smacking their muzzy bellies in parade,
Proud of such novelties of the sublime,
Such tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk,
May, merely may, madame, whip from themselves
A jovial hullabaloo among the spheres.
This will make widows wince. But fictive things
Wink as they will. Wink most when widows wince.

A Hundred Bolts of SatinBY KAY RYAN
All youhave to loseis oneconnectionand the mind uncouplesall the way back. It seemsto have beena train.There seemsto have beena track.The thingsthat youunpackfrom theabandoned cars cannot sustain life: a crate of tractor axles, for example,a dozen dozen clasp knives, a hundred bolts of satin—perhaps you specialized more than you imagined.

I Like for You to be Still
By Pablo Neruda (W.S. Merwin trans.) I like for you to be still: it as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
Your are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true.

A Ritual to Read to Each Other
By William Stafford

If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

That's a start.

A few things to add: art doesn't have to have a point, but that doesn't mean it's impractical or irrelevant to everyday life. There's no such thing as bad art, but the quality varies widely from one time period and set of personal ideals to another. When discussing aspects of art that you aren't familiar with, expect to do a lot of listening and learning. It's not a competition to see who knows more, and if you feel stupid (as I do with painting, video, sculpture, music, the list goes on) because the other person has expertise, seize the opportunity to pick their brain and become better informed. Most of all, encourage creativity and expect to see every rule broken.
 
The PantherBy Rainer Maria Rilke (translation Steven Mitchell)
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,has grown so weary that it cannot holdanything else. It seems to him there area thousand bars, and behind the bars, no world.As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,the movement of his powerful soft stridesis like a ritual dance around a centerin which a mighty will stands paralyzed.Only at times, the curtain of the pupilslifts, quietly. An image enters in,rushes down through the tense, arrested muscles,plunges into the heart and is gone.

It's fantastic, especially the feeling in the last three lines as the poem's whole floor falls into a gaping pit. I posted a few of my favorites, but as with all accomplished artists, there are tons that I left out. With Rilke especially, there are some gaps in his work in terms of accomplished English translation. Stephen Mitchell did as many as he could, but in order to preserve the quality of Rilke's originals, there are a bunch of the Sonnets to Orpheus that he simply couldn't pull off, so they haven't been published.
 
personally i really love MC Escher, my highschool math teacher was mad good at drawing and did pretty similar stuff, he did it for himself and i'm having the hardest time finding some of his work ....anyways until i find it, here's some MC Escher drawings to blow your mind :)

I love how he makes use of perspective, his fractal/pattern drawings are also quite impressive...

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and his classics i'm sure many of you are going to recognize ....

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and a quite cool piece of art made by a fan of escher ....

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I don't think there's much, if any line between art and design. What you posted implies that being thought provoking, beautiful or even "filling a space" is not a purpose. What is it then? Most surviving art from the renaissance, which is currently viewed as a key artistic period in western culture, was made for a specific purpose, whether to promote a patron, educate the illiterate masses or both.Tattoos also are functional in many cultures, and they often tell a story. All of the old paintings in this thread are also used for education, which is definitely a purpose, and art is obviously used for financial gain.

It is pretty ignorant to say that a lambo or a hi-fi cable is art and tattooing isn't though. Can't tell if sarcasm.

 
ooh I love this thread!
Seeing Turner makes me think of this, which is one I like:
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I also like this Bierstadt (which sort of looks like a Bob Ross painting, and it's incredible for mid-19th century art):
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and my personal fave, Wayne Thiebaud:
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The art history major in me is really, really digging this. Yay friends!
 
clearly you are if you can't acknowledge a piece of art when you see one. no one told you to like tattoos, and no one forced you too, but if you call yourself an art enthusiast, than at least appreciate talented work when you see it, otherwise, your opinion isn't valid. the people who conceptualize tattoos to begin with generally, well, no they do, start with a drawing. some artists are SO good, they start with an outline, and then do the work free hand. i urge you perhaps, to try at draw a tattoo with a gun to begin with, because it's that tool that fundamentally makes the work so difficult, not to mention, what separates tattooists from regular drawers. not everyone can do it, and there are certainly tons of people who master there work, and who are no doubt, much to your dismay, regarded, and extremely celebrated across the globe, who maybe get more respect than some modern artists even do. and it's not in a shitty way either, where someone exploits a means to become famous. no, someone spends hours huddled over another carcass to create a piece that's beautiful, meaningful. a tattoo gun is just another tool, like a pencil, or paint brush.
 
Anyone know of Kehinde Wiley? Modern heros in classical heroic poses:

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I really hope these images aren't broken..
 
Have a look at this http:// www.independent.co.uk/news/world/modern-art-was-cia-weapon-1578808.html .Its easy for you to look back at work now and say wtf is that all about, but the actual fact is that almost every artist that have broken boundaries and created something new and out there have always been met with a lack of understanding, today to do something like that is just normal but to do that then was just crazy and out there. now i'm not saying for one second that I love his work but I can definitely understand its importance in history and the movements it sparked because of it.
 
This is the art I am most inspired by. Seriously watch these, High5Collective is putting out some amazing stuff right now.

The videos not the music, well the music is good too.
 
a lot of Mondrian's shape paintings have to do with the strength and intensity that colors have, and how just a small amount of yellow say, can be equally as intense and balance out a much larger square of blue.
 
Shape is interchangeable with form. It doesn't matter what you're making. Shapes are fundamental to painting, drawing, sculpting, architecture, photography, videography, etc. The first thing you learn when doing any of these artforms is to look at the geometry of your subject before you depict it.

It's easier to bridge the two by looking at Picasso's work. He already knew how to make realistic pieces, but then he famously experimented with the disintegration of depth/perspective to emphasize to the inherent geometry in any subject.

As a matter of personal taste, some artists push it to more minimalist territory (Mondrian), some emphasize it more gracefully (Ottoman architecture, Escher, Picasso), and some of the most famous artists "hide" yet ominously emphasize it in natural forms, namely human (Michelangelo, Raphael, Dalí).
 
Try and find the largest size possible for anything you're posting, emphasis on the brush strokes/texture is encouraged.

More Hopper!

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This is more fitting for Landis's point.

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No shit. I live close by too. Every day I took the 105 home I saw the guys working on it. Pretty cool to see the wall turn from nothing, into a beautiful work of art.
 
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