Posts Tagged ‘art’

Levels of Artistry

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Purdue’s campus has quite a bit of sculpture on display.  Most of it is pretty nice; it dresses the campus up very well, giving it a bit more character and personality.  But I must admit – sculpture is one of those artistic mediums that I don’t fully understand.  Actually, I should probably be a bit more clear.  What I don’t understand is simplistic art.  I appreciate art that shows complexity, that shows how much work and time and effort the artist put into designing and creating it.  I appreciate such art, and I respect and admire the artist for it.  Detailed work takes great personal sacrifice on the part of the artist, and it involves great risk to display it in public, waiting to see if they will love it or hate it.

The thing that gets me is when the intellectual takes a higher place of importance to the visual (or the auditory, in the case of musical or literary works read aloud).  I can’t understand how an artist could possibly be satisfied with his work of art that is so simple in design that it looks as though a small child could have conceived of it.  I realize that the artist probably spent hours trying to decide what shape his work should take so that it could best represent the abstract concept bouncing around in his brain, and I respect that.  I do.  I guess I just feel that good art should be created in such a way as to need no explanation from the artist in order for the general public to understand and appreciate it.

I saw a painting once that made me turn my head various ways trying to figure out what it was, trying to figure out what possessed the artist to create it, trying to understand what, if any, meaning there was behind it.  Someone who knew the artist saw my confusion and proceeded to explain in great detail what the picture was and what the concept was that inspired it.  The sad thing is that I don’t remember the explanation now.  It was simply too complicated and not at all inspirational. 

My philosophy of art is that it should be able to be enjoyed by anyone who experiences it, not just the elite few who think in such convoluted ways as to picture the world from one man’s own twisted mind.  I personally think that art should be relatively reflective of the concepts being portrayed1.  I also tend to think that the art should be more complicated then a few wires twisted around or several pieces of smooth concrete stacked one on top of another.  It seems to me that if a child, who is only just learning fine motor skills, can create the work, then that work required very little skill on the part of the artist.  It merely required a thought to initiate it, something that anyone can do.

Maybe I’m being elitist in my own way by suggesting that so much of the art that is lauded in our high society is really just a pile of simplistic trash, but I guess I just hold a high standard for what can and should be art.  I like to see art that looks like it took effort to bring into existence, that took mental discipline to manufacture, that took great care and love to detail and clearly represent some abstract concept.

  1. Though, to be fair, to the artist the work is probably a very clear depiction of the concept he is portraying visually.[back]

Balance

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Y’know, I think I resent the implication in our culture today that an artistic man must be, at the very least, a closet homosexual.  For whatever reason people can’t seem to grasp the notion that even the most masculine men can still be in touch with those things that are considered ‘soft’ and ‘sensitive’.  The reason I think of this is because I was listening to a woman on the radio this morning talk about her very artistic husband.  The interviewers immediately asked if she was sure he wasn’t gay.  At some point in the discussion, she stated that her husband is a gay man who likes women.

I’m not so much offended by this state of mind in our culture as much as I find it mildly disturbing.  I guess I’m wondering where we got the idea that ‘true men’ don’t have a clue about art.  (It is a further sign of the neutering of the male gender in our society, in my opinion.) I don’t know about you, but I know quite a few men who are as masculine as they come who are also some of the most artistic people I know.

What society defines as a ‘true man’ seems to me to be only half the picture.  True men are defined as being brawny, red-meat-and-potatoes, heavy-weapon-wielding oafs who swoop in to save the maiden by violently destroying all enemies.  They are the guys with the biggest muscles, the flashiest vehicles, and the ability to seemingly hold the world together through sheer force of will.  I would suggest that this is not really what it means to be a man.

I’ve seen a lot of guys who fit the stereotypical definition of manliness who are oafish, selfish, brutal, and lazy.  In fact, the more men I see who fit the stereotype, the more I see guys who disgust me because they almost always have those vices.  The thing of it is that they don’t even bother to try hiding those traits because somehow those are part of society’s definition of what a man is supposed to look and act like.  I truly believe that a true man is one that has the characteristics of strength that our society so admires but also encompasses ‘softer’ traits, like compassion and love and selflessness.  It appears to me that so many of the traits that are considered to be feminine are forsaken by men who want to be as manly as possible.  But it is many of those same traits that I think unlock the artistic abilities and talents of so many who are gifted in the arts. 

It seems to me that a true man is one who has an almost perfect balance of both masculinity and femininity, who can be both strong and compassionate at the exact same time.  It doesn’t mean that the guy is gay, or even that he leans that direction.  It simply means that he is tapping into all the built-in resources that God gave him.  He is able to look at just about anything and see beauty – and appreciate that beauty for what it is by expressing it in a way that is in itself beautiful and inspiring.

Of course, maybe I’m a little biased; I’m an artist.  I love my music, and I love my writing, and I have a high appreciation for art and dance and dozens of other forms of artistic expression.  I definitely have those strong, masculine traits that our culture uses to define true manhood, but I also have the softer, more emotional traits that are viewed as weak if found in men.  But it is those emotional traits that allow me to appreciate and to express art in my own way.  I’m not gay, nor do I even remotely lean that way (just the mere thought is enough to make me ill).  Rather, I see it as having the best (and some of the worst) of both worlds of masculinity and femininity, and it is not something I am ashamed of.  It does, in fact, make me stronger because it is part of who I am and closer to what I believe a true man should look like.  More men need to tune in to their softer sides, I believe, and not just because it will allow them to appreciate art more.  I believe that men who are both strong and sensitive are ones who are able to have richer, deeper, and more meaningful relationships with others because it opens up their ability to empathize and sympathize, both of which, again, are great tools in the appreciation and expression of art.

Untitled (For Jeff)

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HandThe Indianapolis Star announced this past Tuesday the installation of a new work of public art—an image of an open hand to be displayed at various locations around the city.  The Indianapolis Museum of Art, in conjuction with the Arts Council of Indianapolis, is spear-heading the effort to display the image of universal welcome and openness.  The meaning of the image is intended to be subjective, depending upon the location of the image and the experiences and interpretations of the viewers.  The IMA is also hosting a weblog for local art viewers to discuss their impressions and thoughts on the display.

At first glance I found that I was rather irritated with the exhibit and with the artist.  Here was just another artist who had found a way to carve a living from what was, to me, an overly simplistic work of art.  For art to be of any real value, it should require great sacrifice to create.  Time should be spent on the project, effort and toil and sweat should be expended to craft it into something beautiful, resources should be used up to produce something that will be a genuine contribution to the field.  Also, art should be fairly self-explanatory.  What good is art if no one understands it?

However, I forced myself to step back and re-examine.  The artist created this work in honor of his friend, who died of AIDS.  He did not create art that could not be understood.  If anything he created something with the specific focus of stimulating thought, of sparking the imagination, of spurring people out of their casual reverie and into something more productive.  His intent was to get people up off their mental derrieres and to make them do something with their grey matter besides stir it into mental porridge.  That, in my opinion, is something laudable and something for which I, as a fellow artist, can salute Felix Gonzalez-Torres.  Here is someone who is not content to just let the world pass him by, but instead he steps up to shape the world by his craft.  I, for one, will be very interested to see what sort of response he gets.