I don't feel like it anyway. I've always wanted to be an artist. I'm finally here, so what's wrong?
I don't paint. I can't really draw. My art vocabulary extends to words that I can count on one hand.I take pictures. What am I doing here? What do I want to do? I have so many questions.
What counts as an artist? Are musicians performance/sound artists? Can you paint with words? What about writers who provide such imagery that may be more powerful than any visual representation could ever be? Most of all: What is the point?
Art is only for art people. Everyone can look at it, but how many people actually care? Art people. Let's do a little experiment. What do you see?
This is Georgie O'Keefe's Ram's Head White Hollyhock and Little Hills.
Normal Person: I see a skull. With a flower. And some sky. Pretty cool.
Art Person: I see fallopian tubes. A female reproductive painting. This work is all about femininity and embracing the power of woman.
Art has messed me up.
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