> > >I -despise- Pollack and people who paint them big colored squares.
> > >Ithat ain't Art!
> >
> > Not keen on Abstract Expressionists (except for Tony Hancock's inspired
> > spoof in "The Rebel"). Preference for figurative art over abstract,
> > but I also have a fondness for some conceptual stuff - like wrapping
> > islands in material and so on. My own work is figurative.
> >
> > And I do have a strong preference for non-ugly art, which I cannot
> > justify on any rational grounds. :)
>
> It doesn't have to be "pretty" but if it doesn't stir my soul in some way
> I refuse to call it art.
>
> Jackson Pollack's trash looks like the drop cloth of a really sloppy house
> painter.
hear, hear. god, what a load of tripe-ola.
i used to go to my Art History lectures at Cal Berkeley and listen to
them drone on and on about "Action Painting"...about how "the process
was more vital than the result".
yeah, i thought, maybe if you CAN'T FUCKING PAINT, the process SEEMS
more vital.
i had another prof at Cal who showed us his work. it was all gigantic
solid coloured fields with small elongated rectangles slicing through it
at right angles. very Mondrian, but with longer shapes and more subtle
colours.
i came so close to going up to the guy and saying "who the hell do you
think you are fooling?" but i kinda didn't want to get an F.
who was that guy who did Abstract Expressionism with a monkey? he had
the monkey pour paint all over his canvases and sold them for thousands
of dollars. or was that an Urban Legend?
now, i've seen films of those cats that paint, though, and that's damned
interesting. for some reason i think those cats are really trying to do
something.
another comment on the subject of highfalutin' Art: i took a peek at a
book full of Robert Williams paintings the other day. you know, Robert
Williams, the guy who does very tattoo-like art, sort of a psychedelist
chicano street folk art look? he was always painting pictures of hot
rods and Mexican women and Mexican food like corn dogs and tamales and
tacos in very sexual compositions...with gross caricatures of leering
wolf-headed men with their eyeballs exploding from their skulls staring
at the SEXFOOD icons...
well, there was this piece he did in this book called (i think) "The
Artist". it was amazing. a true visual anthem.
it shows the thought-bubble of the status-quo artist: a marble nude, a
Picassoesque landscape, a bowl of fruit, a First Place medal. nother
vision shows an army of marching Nazis--but instead of a swastika, you
see a symbolic image of "Vase of Flowers" in the center of the flag.
the artist is standing on the corner of a street with his thumb out,
which is a gesture common to hitchhikers and to artists who are drawing
from live models and trying to gauge perspective. behind him is a dark,
chaotic, jumbled mass of innercity buildings and streets, with a black
lowrider car heading his way...
that painting really speaks volumes...
you can see the anger at a dead, complacent poseur art scene in it...
and it is as alive as throbbing viscera.
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We actually made Abstract Excretionistic "art" back in the 70's.
A friend of mine chewed some tobacco and spat it from
various stairwell landings onto a series of papers we had on the
ground floor. When they dried we hung them on the dorm wall.
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> We actually made Abstract Excretionistic "art" back in the 70's.
> A friend of mine chewed some tobacco and spat it from
> various stairwell landings onto a series of papers we had on the
> ground floor. When they dried we hung them on the dorm wall.
that sounds more like Abstract Spittoonisticism.
Abstract Excretionism would involve...uhm, something coming out the
other end, and smeared on a paper or canvas.
come to think of it, i'm surprised we haven't seen any of this yet.
we had "Piss Christ" which is of the same water (so to speak) but
doesn't have the solidity and materiality of a true Excretionist work.
methinks there's new artistic territory to plow through, here.
especially when you consider the metaphor:
it's just too fucking perfect.
you sweat, and you strain, and you feel deep pain...
and push something out into the world.
the world is your toilet.
and you've just made Art.
(or sculptures of Willie Brown...)
> the world is your toilet.
> and you've just made Art.
>
> (or sculptures of Willie Brown...)
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ -- I'm good at this, I make one everyday.