Had a great discussion in class yesterday about art. That class has been feeding and tempting me all term artistically, and I’m sad to see it end.
It has amplified my dislike of abstract, high-concept art. If it only speaks to 2 or 3 people who understand the complex theory behind it, then what’s the point? The domination of the fine art world by this kind of approach has driven truly talented artists into the commercial world, which turns out creative & beautiful advertisements which further commodifies our culture. Which drives consumption and makes it even more irresistible. So while those high-concept artists complain about capitalism, they’re the ones who are partly responsible for its power. Their counterparts (who are actually talented) do commercial work because they have no place in the fine art world, often because their style is judged to be too “representational” and “panders” to what people want to see.
On the bright side of things the class has made me draw more. Also, I’m definitely signing up for a photography class through ucla rec. so I can have access to a darkroom again. Hey Xine, remember when we got trapped in the darkroom at Trinity? I thought I might have to pee in the sink.
On the bad side of things it makes me want to drop out of grad school–not out of hate, just apathy, perhaps–and open up a coffee shop/used bookstore. And line the walls with art. And have a cute little kid’s section with twinkle lights and potted plants!
Maybe in a few years. For now, I’ll just have to feed myself by sketching and ambushing people with my camera, predator-style.
