I guess the way I feel comes from the way I was raised. I feel like art is for the people, so the people (all included) should be able to see it. Who cares if they don't get it? If a four-year-old walks up to van Gogh's Starry Night, they probably will think it is pretty. Most likely, they will not understand the theology and serenity of the painting because they are old four years old. I ask the question. What is wrong with pretty art?
I suppose my time in art school has only produced bitterness and frustration at the lack of understanding I have from my classmates. So I want to make pretty art. There is more of a market for a picture of a pretty flower than of a photo of a nude person standing in a field with blood dripping from the slit in their throat while their talons are warding off a pack of murderous rabbits. But it's art.
In the name of art, please stop.
Reposted from: My class blog: Internart.
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