11.25.19
So I wanted to say I did, in fact, catch up on the reading this weekend. And celebrated Friendsgiving.
What I’m thinking about lately is art. I don’t want to quote the sentence from Morris because it’s pretty lewd, but it got me thinking. Are we desensitized to art? Like the image I posted below. It just took a few keystrokes to bring up an image of sculptures that would’ve taken days and days to carve.
The discussion of women’s nudes in art and how it was quite the development that it was now to be seen from all angles (doubly weird because like.... men and women differ more on the frontal aspect). But now I could go to the MFA in about 45 minutes on the shuttle and see art from a range of centuries and when I scroll on Reddit I can see an image of watercolor being made so it has gold-foil leaves and if I want something to hang in my room I can order or amazon or if I want a specific print of a photo I can go on shutterstock and in 48 hours have the print of my choice.
No style of art seems revolutionary to me. In the past, there were changes. The display of dimension in art during the renaissance, the change in sculptures from god-like to human, the development of movement and balance. Or when Pollock made his weird things or the impressionists. Maybe it’s because I’m not an art student that I am no longer aware of the schools and what have you but while I may see things and I like them, I don’t get stunned.
I really quite like art. I went to the Guggenheim and saw these glass panes painted with some type of gun powder (which I now see I didn’t take any pictures of, RIP), I think, cool, not, this has blown my mind.
I wonder what it would take for me to find art like that.















