people, in an effort to cut short what could be a month long
exchange of opinions, impressions, observations, definitions, &
someone’s second cousin’s interpretations of true art after watching
nearly all of sister wendy’s series, here is the penultimate plus
one word on ART:
i finally tracked down ART in a little sidewalk bistro in south
miami. ART was incognito and not happy to have been recognized, but
after i offered to spring for the lunch ART mellowed a little,
shrugged and said "what the heck, it looks like this conundrum isn’t
going to be put to bed (eyebrow wiggle & flick of invisible cigar
ash) until i do it. so here’s my take on me (ART):
"i am any effort, in any medium, on any surface - including just
ears, eyeballs, brain, and/or heart or gut - that gives pleasure to
anyone - that’s ANYONE - seeing, hearing, touching, feeling through
the soles of the feet or by canceling anyone’s pain for one brief
period of time. i try not to be a harlot by just selling myself to a
high bidder, but if that bidder gets pleasure from me instead of
just buying me as an investment - then i’m still ART. i have no
medium preference, no rigid genre, no authoritatively recognized age
or time limitations. i am - just me.
"i did not exist until the first crude society gave a few artists
the freedom to create something beyond hunting, defending,
gathering, reproducing and finding shelter. the first puff of
pigment blown from the artist’s mouth around his hand onto a cave
wall was ART.
“those inflated detractors, self-crowned demigods, genre gurus,
trend benders, and ‘important style-setters’ do not bother me - they
amuse me with their declaration that without them i would not exist
when it they who would be reduced to writing weekly nasty,
opinionated letters to the editor were it not for me giving them a
locus for their expression.”
at this point ART gave a sharp whistle for the dessert trolley
waiter and made his selections. with his spoon hovering above the
first creme fraiche covered creation ART looked up, grinned and
closed the subject with “and all those gnats who use my name in
vain; analyze me into endless ennui; grind out their own insipid
interpretations & inflict them on poor students as ‘the final word’;
blather on about nonexistent acquaintanceships with me - tell 'em
all that ART keeps a LIST.”
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