… and not as some clever trick to deceive but as works of artistic creation of what we ourselves possibly could never devise, visit or speculate upon, to provide a reprise from the idiocy of king donald, nah …he’s no king … he’s just a gangster and fascist, a nasty windbag. I mean to be able to see back into times past, spanning many generations and witness ideas developed from cleverer people than ourselves, to see how they recorded and created beauty. Blimey, that IS indeed a staggering statement, creating beauty …. something few individuals are capable of particularly nowadaya; kids finish school and many are clueless. Art can be a snapshot, a time capsule, can contain great beauty, warmth, human love and virtue and why should it be crowded out because of tv, texts and twitter and other such junk?
So where does Art count in our so-called ‘modern’ lives?
…. in many ways and sadly now due to our sucking upon the papp of the much lauded information superhighway we have denuded ourselves of so much of human accomplishment; as if becoming the donald j trumps of culture ie seeing and knowing so little, existing merely in the here and now and kidding ourselves we know it all. The web should (and can) allow us access to an array of clever and talented minds.
So lets go get it.
That is a most ravishing image.
In a mad fancy of accomplishment I would think that in my last twenty years were I to capture such beauty and interest with ‘simple’ brushstrokes then it would be time well spent and probably best spent. I have my work which is ongoing but also need recreation less energetic than walking miles with my dog. Years ago I would often visualise and work out how to capture cloudscape, distant horizons, thinking of toned grounds, overlays, colour or warmth. My problem is that I can only paint when I’ve had a drink, or maybe need convincing something worthwhile will result from sober effort. Perhaps if I paint with the intention of conciously keeping it all private it will free me up to make me ‘go for it’. In all my travels in all the pastoral settings I can honestly say I have never once encountered an artist or enthusiast of merit wanting to lay down on paper the form, tones, beauty displayed to them. Maybe I should? I dunno. Realise too that Lowrys work often mostly is a lowcost set of negatives from Boots; look closely.
In the above for burdock to grow in such a position I’d say the ditch is dry.
If we are on David Cox then we have to see the famous one…..
whoops to follow as somehow unfindable ….
My idiocy, i had forgotten its Cotman I need to ask for!
I think I need to go looking for books for them both!
Its a bit like the contracted term ‘poetry’ or ‘books’, what we really mean is all that is contained therein ie viewpoint, experience, memory, mindset, knowledge, a way of seeing; so thank goodness for Art, the valuable kind. I wonder of todays activities of installation, performance, staged and often grant aided events as how they will be regarded as of any merit (whatsoever) in a hypothetical one hundred years (when we have ceased to exist as a species anyway).
For instance free your eye up … http://www.sothebys.com/en/auctions/2007/british-continental-paintings-w07701.html