Yes, believe or not, but it was Oscar Wilde, one of the greatest play writers of all times, who actually declared that all art is useless. And I hate to admit this, much to the horror of my very many arty farty friends, but I really do agree with him.

I guess this is a huge insult to many people out there, art-lovers and art-workers and the whatevers. And I suppose too, that God Himself would be a little hurt by what I've just said. After all, He is the greatest artist of all time. The art of creation. Our world is His masterpiece.

Well, this is what I think anyway.

But tell me.. how useful can an art piece be? Sitting in a gallery for months and months. With no one coming to look at it. No one interested in buying it. What is it worth, anyway? How many artists out there actually earn a decent income from what they do? Why is it that some of these famous artists of the past have had such sad and depressing life stories? If art was of any useful-ness, then why was it all just so tragic?

To me, art has never really been practical.
And it isn't very logical either.
Sure, I find some art pieces rather intriguing.
And I have my favourites here and my preferences there.
But to be honest, I cannot see how it can ever create a catastrophe.

Art drives people crazy too, doesn't it? Audrey will probably know this too well. The hours spent slogging it out.. stirring up emotions. Yet, will it even produce the sort of results you want? As an artist, are you satisfied? And you ask yourself, at the end of the day, if it's all worth it.

But of course, you may argue against me.
Like Mom and Shana did the other day.

2 against 1.

Art is not useless. We need art. To express ourselves. Well, for some people anyway. People like you express ourselves through words. Would it then be true to say that all writings are useless? Of course not! Some people express themselves through art. In that way, how then can you possibly say that art is useless? Because it is important. Because it is wanted. Because it is loved.
Like how you love words. Like how you enjoy writing. People feel the same way about art.

The world is changing. People are getting more superficial, more impatient and well, let's face it.. there are going to be fewer readers around, compared to last century. We're a bunch of visual idiots, you see. We prefer to have our information fast. We find it more effective, more efficient and maybe even more appealing to sit down and evaluate an art piece for 5 minutes, compared to sitting down and reading a book for 5 days.

To get the message across.. clear and fast.. we need artists.

So with this in mind, could art really be the next big thing?

So is art really useless?

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Okay.

Fine.

I lose.

I am narrow-minded and my thoughts are shallow.

But do you even get where I'm coming from?

Sure, you know, I like art. I really do. But I still don't see how it can be of any use to me. Art will always be some sort of a recreational tool to me. Like an interest. And I think it's good that it's kept that way. I just want to sit down and be able to enjoy staring at it for a while, losing myself in a spot of colour and thinking about how it really makes me feel.

That's all.

This has been a pretty useless post. And I'm not making much sense either.
Today, I'm feeling bitter towards art. Tomorrow, I may sing a different tune.
Well, who knows, eh? (:

Image: Stella Im Hultberg

Labels: art, ramblings

I think I'm going a bit crazy. I've been listening to nothing but Jack Johnson's "In Between Dreams" for the last two weeks.. over and over and over again. I love it so much that I've become addicted to his voice. It's almost creepy, isn't it? Well, thankfully, I don't dream about him.
I'm so shagged, I'm practically dozing off right this moment. But I can't go to bed yet because I'm waiting for my hair to dry. Ugh.
I didn't get home till about after 11pm this evening. I don't usually go towning this late, especially, in the middle of the week but I had a special reason today.
I'm feeling quite happy with myself this week. I've fixed all my social problems and most of my schoolwork problems. I've also managed to come up with a solution to my job problem.. so I'm really quite satisfied with life at the moment.
I was blog-surfing around the other day, and I found something rather interesting. A french artist, Miss Van, and her Galerie Magda Danysz. Her artwork has been described as mysterious, thought-provoking, equivocal and erotic. There's also alot of Japanese influence in her artwork. Most of her pieces are centered around femininity, the imagery of physical and emotional aspects of women, girls and other females. They are somewhat provocative and sensual and also very very bizzare.
In my opinion, the art's a bit crazy and creepy all at the same time. You can't help but get stucked into the whole entire image itself. I find myself thinking about it and wondering about it.. trying to figure it out, trying to understand it, trying to make some sense of it. It's weird but perhaps, that's exactly how it's meant to be? I suppose the only people that will be able to empathize with me are the men and boys. How often have you found yourself staring at your woman, trying to understand her, trying to figure her out? How often have you found yourself thinking and wondering about her? How often have you found yourself completely clueless after all the thinking? Well, that's exactly how I feel when I look through Miss Van's gallery.

Oh, I just love the colour. (:

Images: Galerie Magda Danysz ; Blackjettas

Labels: art, ramblings, thoughts, women