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05/12/11(Thu)11:32 No.954803>>954791 I
don't think you need to read a book about it, or put it in a whole lot
of context. What you've said, however, could be said of classical art as
well. Most people are not going to grasp the difference between a
hackneyed attempt at a Vermeer and the real thing. The people that know
the difference have simply spent time with art.
I'm visual. I
don't think I should have to read a book about jack shit if I don't want
to. Reading a book about this art or that may certainly enrich the
experience, but I want something that I can really look at (for a long,
long time, if need be) and get that moment of illumination, where the
true beauty is revealed.
I mean, just by being around and making
art for a long time, things happen on their own. Moments of insight just
happen. Those moments are precious too. They're like a key to another
realm of enjoyment. Also, it's not like you loose your own keys to what
you already like. You're just gaining more.
If you go to some
island where for some reason they've gone for decades with macaroni and
cheese as their only food, and you try to give them a delicious steak or
something, they're going to think it's gross, but if you're around them
long enough, enjoying delicious steaks, sooner or later they'll get it.
I hated mushrooms when I was a kid. To me it was as bad as eating
earthworms. One day in my teens I had mushroom sauce or something, and a
mushroom got by me, and that fucking thing was delicious. After that I
loved mushrooms and cooked all sorts of shit with those delicious
fuckers. Same thing happened with garlic.
Anyway, I'm with you. I
believe in natural breakthroughs. I just believe in keeping an open
mind, and I believe in serious, prolonged, heavy-duty immersion into
art-making and viewing. I never throw away my critical instincts, but I
do test them. That's it, really.
I gotta slit. Hope that made sense. |