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Showing posts with label contemporary art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contemporary art. Show all posts
Monday, 30 November 2009
Monday, 23 November 2009
Is Contemporary Art stuck in Duchamp's urinal?
'Fountain' 1917 urinal by Marcel Duchamp.Since Marcel Duchamp's days, today's "contemporary art" has been a mere attempt to ape Duchamp's "anti-Art dadaist statement". Often taken out of context, both political and social (this was during First World War) our today's contemporary young artists look at this superficially and believe that "urinals" are art!
Duchamp was an anarchist, opposed to the war and the political elites associated with it, he therefore was disgusted by pompous "academic art" aka the "Art establishment", the "bourgeois" and all the financial and statutory privileges associated with it. He considered them as guilty by "joint enterprise". This made him feel the need to urinate, hence his "urinal"...
Today the anarchist/punk Duchamp would certainly challenge our "Contemporary Art Establishment" (aka Turner prize, Saatchi, YBA etc) whose members spend most of their time and mental energy asking themselves whether "this is Art or not?" (as if "stuck") to find this comforting answer : money. Contemporary art has just become an empty and vain commodity whose "value" is defined by a greedy speculative market.
Should you be surprised that viewing today's "contemporary art" makes me feel the need to urinate too?
Duchamp was an anarchist, opposed to the war and the political elites associated with it, he therefore was disgusted by pompous "academic art" aka the "Art establishment", the "bourgeois" and all the financial and statutory privileges associated with it. He considered them as guilty by "joint enterprise". This made him feel the need to urinate, hence his "urinal"...
Today the anarchist/punk Duchamp would certainly challenge our "Contemporary Art Establishment" (aka Turner prize, Saatchi, YBA etc) whose members spend most of their time and mental energy asking themselves whether "this is Art or not?" (as if "stuck") to find this comforting answer : money. Contemporary art has just become an empty and vain commodity whose "value" is defined by a greedy speculative market.
Should you be surprised that viewing today's "contemporary art" makes me feel the need to urinate too?
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Con-(temporary) Artists
I think it would be more appropriate to rename so-called "Conceptual Artists" as "Con Artists". Here is a taster from Tracey Emin, the famous Con(ceptual) Artist.
No need for any further arguments here, her work speaks for itself and is typical of this "Artistic Movement": no concepts, no ideas, this is lazy art (hence the title: "My Bed")...
Welcome to "Con Art"....
‘My Bed’: By Tracey Emin
The artwork generated considerable media furore, particularly over the fact that the bedsheets were stained with body secretions and the floor had items from the artist’s room (such as condoms, a pair of knickers with menstrual period stains, other detritus, and functional, everyday objects, including a pair of slippers. The bed was presented as it had been when Emin had not got up from it for several days due to suicidal depression brought on by relationship difficulties.
My Bed has very quickly come to symbolise a certain kind of art, usually referred to as conceptual art, which is appreciated by much of the art world.
From http://reemac.wordpress.com/2007/11/20/final-project-stage-1-contd/
Interesting reading: The modern cult of ugliness: With desolate city centres and sordid 'art' like Tracey Emin's, ROGER SCRUTON says the death of beauty in modern Britain is making us all ugly too
No need for any further arguments here, her work speaks for itself and is typical of this "Artistic Movement": no concepts, no ideas, this is lazy art (hence the title: "My Bed")...
Welcome to "Con Art"....
‘My Bed’: By Tracey Emin
The artwork generated considerable media furore, particularly over the fact that the bedsheets were stained with body secretions and the floor had items from the artist’s room (such as condoms, a pair of knickers with menstrual period stains, other detritus, and functional, everyday objects, including a pair of slippers. The bed was presented as it had been when Emin had not got up from it for several days due to suicidal depression brought on by relationship difficulties.
My Bed has very quickly come to symbolise a certain kind of art, usually referred to as conceptual art, which is appreciated by much of the art world.
From http://reemac.wordpress.com/2007/11/20/final-project-stage-1-contd/
Interesting reading: The modern cult of ugliness: With desolate city centres and sordid 'art' like Tracey Emin's, ROGER SCRUTON says the death of beauty in modern Britain is making us all ugly too
Jeremy Paxman gives up! The Turner Prize and Stuckists
Interesting url at www.stuckism.com/index.html
In the same vein:
Mark Kostabi, Con Artist (a documentary trailer):
F For Fake (Orson Welles)
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