No offence Quinny... I mean you after all fellow PPP, but that was shit.
The "Art Community" is not a consciousl nor malicious unified body. To precieve it as you do is simply infantine and reactionary. This precieved co-ordinated body of conscious evil (ala "The Evil Empire", the "The Axis of Evil") is simplily ridiculous. That being, lets move on the other points.
You wrote the following:
"Truly great art, however, is recognized and appreciated by most people from all walks of life. When I think of great art, names like di Vinci, van Gogh, Mozart, John Lennon, Hemingway, and Shakespeare for example. It is works by these people, and many others, that define what is great art. Its works like their's that can withstand time and live on through the ages."
I rebuke that whole notion of art as accessible without education as an imposibility. Have you not read about the study done in amongst indigenous people of various areas in which they where shown images of themselves and animals (pictures and drawings) and where not able to understand what was held in front of them for lack of any exposure to two dimensional imagery ever in their lives? Without ever seeing a picture before, they did not know how to interpret it. Much like a feral child cannot speak the native human language of the nation they where raised in for lack of exposure to it.
The ability to understand language, dance, sclupture, imagery, all art as defined as the following: "Human effort to imitate, supplement, alter, or counteract the work of nature," that is all that is the product of human life is directly related to how much one studies or is immersed in it.
Modern art is built upon ALL past art, and as time goes on and the body of work increases in size, the education required to understand most pieces becomes accessible only to those who seek to educate themselves. And while this my seem elitist on the part of artists, it has a created a body of work, more intricate, diverse, sublime, and beautiful that was previously unimaginable.
A reactionary "Slave Morality" against art, well difficult to give up as it can produce creativity through intoxication, is simpily barbaric philistinism, and like depression can be self-supporting and equally destructive.
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Now, about the author:
I, TAK, am a high-school graduate. I have no formal art education. I've read only one book about art, ever. And it was a study of Canadian photography. And that was about two years ago. I plan on going a Art school in one year. I'm 20. Recently, after spending all winter in Whistler, I wondered around the city looking for book to study to prepare my self for school, as I'll be spending a year in Golden, away from any good learning resources.
Well looking for stuff, I became increasingly frustrated to the point of nearly giving up on "Art" all together. It really does seem quite self-indulgent. However, several weeks later, a couple of nights ago, I began to get back into it. I started where I had left off, years ago; with the area of photography that interested me the most. Instead of tackling all of "Art" in it enormity, I focused and what interested, and if you will, 'aroused' me, artistically speaking. All of a sudden I felt great about the all the possiblities that lay ahead of me.
I even want to go back to the Vancouver Art Gallery, a very large and well funded gallery that I first fell in love with art at. I used to go, and at first everything seemed strange and completely incomprehensible, but then things began to make sense. As I had a year's long pass (only $30 canadian for a student) I could come and go as I please. Sometimes, I just go to relax, away from home, a cramped city condo, and away from the muggy squalor of the city. And sometimes, I'd go for just fifteen minutes, until I chuckled at on piece, at its beauty, and then left, revived, lightened, energized. Was I enducated? No, not in the least. But I did go in thinking that there HAD to be something in all these works. And with a blank and accepting mind (almost 'the uncarved block' of The Toa of Pooh) I found my experiences thrilling. Perhaps this sounds foolish and weak, submiting so fully to something which may or may not be there, but it is no doubt better than the anger that results from being unwilling to put trust in those with more experience and education in the field of art and therefore in life.
And so, make of it what you will, but remember one of the rules of "writing", or graffiti, as written by Mark Surface... "Keep your fat head to a resonable swell."
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That being said... I had my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday and I'm doped up a wee bit some narcotic pain meds. I don't usually write like above, so belive me when I say, it ain't elitism... it's about 2.1 grams of acetaminophen over 8 hours.
And I refuse to proof read the last three paragraphs. I haven't slept in 19 hours. I need to smoke, but I can't, I dip big enough because of the surgery and I got the shakes on account of all the above.
-TAK, 5:01am, Oct 28th