I have no qualms admitting that I thrive on discussions on Art. A subject that has much to debate on, it is this very basis that makes discourse on this elusive ‘A’ word, that will never quench my thirst.
Art is undoubtedly subjective and it is this quality that instills fear in many who believe there should be a distinct right or wrong, black or white. This grey area confuses and Art makes no apologies for that.
A recent conversation with a colleague about Art gave birth to the idea of this series of blog posts – Art for the Uninitiated. I will not claim to be an expert in Art, but I want to believe Art can be shared and appreciated by all. So in my attempt to unravel the mystery behind this elusive term, these blog posts may serve as a guide to understand and perhaps these casual writings will pave way for discussion.
So to all who shrink at the mere sight of the letters A-R-T, let’s replace this term with something less intimidating. Like, hmm…Cherry. Yes, the fruit – small, fleshy, juicy with a tough seed in its core.
First question, what does one have to see/feel/think when looking at a piece of Art…I mean, Cherry?
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“It was one of the most formative moments in my life. I was sitting in a cold, drab Oxford lecture room in my first year of university waiting for my prof, Marxist thinker Erik Swyngedouw. He finally burst into the room with a cup of coffee in his hand and asked in his distinctive Belgian accent, “Can you see this coffee?” The obvious answer was, “Yes, of course I can see this cup.” What, I wondered, was this guy getting at?
But it soon became clear that this wasn’t going to be my usual dazed and drowsy experience wallowing at the back of the lecture theatre. “You can see the coffee, but can you see the fields of Guatemala? Can you see the EU tariffs? Can you see the coffee workers’ pay slips?” I soon realized what he was getting at. The world as it is didn’t just happen. It is the way it is because of people, because of laws, because of attitudes.”
– Luke Sherlock, Oxford UK, Adbusters Issue #85, Sep/Oct 2009
Not usually a fan of Dior, but this Oui Morganite Ring – yum!
I’m starting to think the basis of our relationship can be summed into two distinct parts – threads of emails and long endless walks.
One keeps our hands busy as fingers dance merrily across the keyboard; spelling words that bequeath a language that only we understand with our hearts. The other relies on the rhythmic strides; shirts reeking of perspiration, we talk of bicycle frames and museum-hopping. And we keep walking still.