He wheels his wheel barrow on streets kinked and narrow. It's a barrow of kitch purchased at the Westview Dollar Tree Store. Among the items, an injection molded zebra, shoulder high to a guinea pig, is volunteering to explain it's role in some fellow's mixed media project. Quotes the plastic zebra, she is being incorporated into a symbol system borrowed from a spectrum of systems known to a boat load of civilizations.
The symbol system the zebra is helping out with is a personal one, and is at the same time derivative from art history classes someone or other took a long time a ago. Her meaning, within the project, is as plastic as she is, but it is being specified that objects purchased at a dollar store are more emblematic of the times than a Ming vase, because silly folks who ride the bus to Westview can't afford one, and don't know any one who has one. No one is currently manufacturing Ming vases, Stadaravi fiddles or renaissance paintings. Anyone at all can paint his/her heart out, but this ain't the Italian Rennaissance. The vitality of easel painting has been under criticism for decades as being an unnecessary art form. There was a gent name of Carl Andre who pops up in this bag of spectrums.
Andre made his name as sculptor for his piles of common red bricks, such as streets and houses are made of. The piles took no form except the shape of randomly placed bricks. No attempt was made on Carl's part to make the bricks do anything out of the ordinary. Critics praised the work for it's attack against commonly held perceptions and for it's contribution to an expanding definition of art. There was an element of excitement in defining a pile of bricks as a sculpture, requiring no skill to construct, and holding high monetary value. There's two reason's alone to grant the work status as art: excitement, thus sensuality, and an exorbitant price for road bricks. There are other tests of validity, but a shoe box of cash is a fair indicator, too. Carl Andre asserted his humanity by defining art and by capitalizing on so doing. An instructor at the old state college said that Carl Andre was the father of a movement that state's "It's art because I said so."
Jolly wide thanks to Carl Andre. The zebra and her companions are being called art. The symbol system, at it's cheesiest, is allegorical, with toy animals observing an event or expressing human thoughts. The system includes six inch tall action figures, and some eleven inch plastic dolls all named 'Fashion Doll.' There's a theme or two worth ralfing up, such a Humankind's relationship to nature or to society. Also, the theme of ritual. Folks have been performing them for ages, suggesting an organic human tendency. They do it, why can't everyone, and why can't people hatch their own ones? And for one last point, someone out there has been harping to the effect that everything can be placed in a supply/demand model, here the demand for mysticism. It is an artist's job to supply the demand for myticism. The plastic animals and dolls are play acting at the supernatural, here symbolized by the use of fire.
Twas professed in a few of those classes some opinions still crouched in the afore mentioned barrow. An individual can assert artistic judgement in the manner of his/her choosing. Advancing technology means less of this and a faster way of producing that. An artist doesn't have to sculpt a plastic zebra when it is so much easier to buy one at the Westview Dollar Tree store. And it is the ability to think and to communicate that matters most. As well as to teach and entertain. We can go water skiing in the ocean of kitch. It's a great time to be just about anyone.
The symbol system the zebra is helping out with is a personal one, and is at the same time derivative from art history classes someone or other took a long time a ago. Her meaning, within the project, is as plastic as she is, but it is being specified that objects purchased at a dollar store are more emblematic of the times than a Ming vase, because silly folks who ride the bus to Westview can't afford one, and don't know any one who has one. No one is currently manufacturing Ming vases, Stadaravi fiddles or renaissance paintings. Anyone at all can paint his/her heart out, but this ain't the Italian Rennaissance. The vitality of easel painting has been under criticism for decades as being an unnecessary art form. There was a gent name of Carl Andre who pops up in this bag of spectrums.
Andre made his name as sculptor for his piles of common red bricks, such as streets and houses are made of. The piles took no form except the shape of randomly placed bricks. No attempt was made on Carl's part to make the bricks do anything out of the ordinary. Critics praised the work for it's attack against commonly held perceptions and for it's contribution to an expanding definition of art. There was an element of excitement in defining a pile of bricks as a sculpture, requiring no skill to construct, and holding high monetary value. There's two reason's alone to grant the work status as art: excitement, thus sensuality, and an exorbitant price for road bricks. There are other tests of validity, but a shoe box of cash is a fair indicator, too. Carl Andre asserted his humanity by defining art and by capitalizing on so doing. An instructor at the old state college said that Carl Andre was the father of a movement that state's "It's art because I said so."
Jolly wide thanks to Carl Andre. The zebra and her companions are being called art. The symbol system, at it's cheesiest, is allegorical, with toy animals observing an event or expressing human thoughts. The system includes six inch tall action figures, and some eleven inch plastic dolls all named 'Fashion Doll.' There's a theme or two worth ralfing up, such a Humankind's relationship to nature or to society. Also, the theme of ritual. Folks have been performing them for ages, suggesting an organic human tendency. They do it, why can't everyone, and why can't people hatch their own ones? And for one last point, someone out there has been harping to the effect that everything can be placed in a supply/demand model, here the demand for mysticism. It is an artist's job to supply the demand for myticism. The plastic animals and dolls are play acting at the supernatural, here symbolized by the use of fire.
Twas professed in a few of those classes some opinions still crouched in the afore mentioned barrow. An individual can assert artistic judgement in the manner of his/her choosing. Advancing technology means less of this and a faster way of producing that. An artist doesn't have to sculpt a plastic zebra when it is so much easier to buy one at the Westview Dollar Tree store. And it is the ability to think and to communicate that matters most. As well as to teach and entertain. We can go water skiing in the ocean of kitch. It's a great time to be just about anyone.
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