2009 June 10 Wednesday
Roissy Sees Artistic Decay As A Mirror On Our Society
That's not just bad art you are looking at in art museums. Ugly art is a reflection of a sick culture.
Creepy crying babies, piles of baubles and trinkets, brains seeping out of eye sockets, distorted faces and renderings of mangled penises dangling from age-spotted bodies. If we agree that art is a mirror held up to the artist’s inner world, and by extension a larger mirror reflecting the culture in which the artist is immersed, and that its function is to tell us something about ourselves, then the message is loud and clear: We are an ugly culture crippled by ugly advocates whipping anyone who professes to see profound meaning in their ugliness with the barbed ends of a bloody cat-o’-nine tails, fat bloated hogs rooting in a trash heap of stupid, begging for more. All your mudpits are belong to us.
Maybe ugly art is celebrated so that more people can pretend to create valuable art. A sort of affirmative action for the ugly minds that lowers standards to let in more tasteless people.
What peeves me most about so much modern 'art' is that its not even really created by the artists themsevles. They put together different previously-manufactured-items for shock value. One of the pieces that Roissy photographed was some sort of store-bought-rabbit-doll, with another almost-assuredly store bought crown of thorns (like Jesus) on its head, on a wooden crucifix the artist may or may not have actually taken the time to make himself.
The infamous "PissChrist", that crucifix immersed in a jar of urine, that caused such a stir all those years ago was not only disgusting for what it attempted to convey, but disgusting because the artist merely stuck a store-bought crucifix in a store-bought jar and peed in it. He created nothing.
Tom Wolfe, in one of his books (forget which one, I think it was the collection of short stories published in a book called, "Hooking Up"), recounted how Maya Lin, the Vietnam Memorial "creator" (its just a slab of granite in a ditch with names etched on it, how is that artistic?), couldn't BELIEVE that another artist she met at some ceremony or other actually hammered-and-chiseled his own sculptures and didn't plaster cast live models as is usually done these days. Since she has no real talent, she couldn't concieve that someone else really does.
When challenged about their "art", sophisticates will usually parry with retorts like, "I suppose you think Thomas Kinkaide is real art", to skirt the issue. We need to stop subsidizing art with our tax monies. If wealthy bankers want to buy ugly junk, let them waste -their- money, not ours. If youth are told ugly porno-art is real art, there will probably be negative pschological reprocussions upon their psyche, just like a kid who grew up in a grimy industrial-urban jungle (like the Jersey Coast for instance) probably would be much more prone to depression and less likely to be contemplative.
The most laughable type of art is abstract art.
A 3 year old girl sold over 300,000 dollars of "paintings".
What part of the Jersey coast is industrial urban? Has Long Beach Island deteriorated? I have fond memories of Ship Bottom, Brant Beach, and Beach Haven.
"What part of the Jersey coast is industrial urban? Has Long Beach Island deteriorated? I have fond memories of Ship Bottom, Brant Beach, and Beach Haven."
The North Shore can be a bit industrial. Asbury Park used to be ghetto. But lots of gays have been moving in and the gay guys that live next to my GF call it the "Gay Ghetto." Beats the ghetto that used to be there. LBI hasn't deterioriated (but Atlantic City is a pit and probably always will be).
I was reminiscing about the New Brighton area of Staten Island, the portion of it with all the oil containers, ships and cranes. Its kind of "behind" the Statue of Liberty a bit to the south of it. Its technically in New York. Ive rode through the area a few years back with a friend (we crossed the Verrazano bridge that day, which I was excited to see in person), and wound up over there somehow by late afternoon. A grey overcast day probably made the place look even grungier than usual. It looked rough to my eyes, not as bad as the ruins of Detroit, but there was so much asphalt and steel and metal buildings, ships and cranes. Definitely not the mountains......