Artist’s Journal: NUMBER 3
All profoundly original art
looks ugly at first.
CLEMENT GREENBERG 1909 – 1994
Beauty. Yeah, yeah it’s in the eye of the beholder. It’s not a state of reality but more a cultural standard. I’ve been trying to, believe it or not, ugly up my art. I have this profound fear that I have a propensity of creating tasteful art that boarders on what I call furniture store art. I am an avowed abstractionist no matter how much it hurts me.
Regular folks don’t know what to make of my work and, therefore my talent. To seek approval, I need other artists or cognizanti. Al Capp, the creator of the Li’l Abner comic strip, once said that abstract art was, “…a product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.”
Who can blame him for that statement. Maybe Michel Foucault, the French philosopher and social theorist, was correct, in a way, when he said, “What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals, or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn’t everyone’s life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?”
I guess what it all comes down to is that if a painting is too large it can only belong in an art gallery or museum. If it’s more to house-scale then it had damn well match the couch. What else could justify the importance of paint pushed around on a stretched piece of cloth? There are worst ways to make a living…Posted on: 10/05/2012, by : rrfortier