Show us your... creative process!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
It isn't long ago when, for one night, people screamed on streets of New Orleans "show us your tits!" and threw beads at the ecstatic women who happily (some proudly as well) showed what their mother gave them.
This photo here is not mine; it's taken by bizele, an Albanian girl who lives happily in sunny Florida. According to her, these are drawings made by a choreographer named Trisha Brown. Apparently, she's somewhat famous for her dance style. According to Wikipedia: "Brown has continued to explore the nature of motion and to choreograph dances based on everyday movements. Her style has developed from carefully built-up, repetitive gestures to its current fluid virtuosity." I haven't seen her shows but this sounds like ppl pay good $$ to see people on stage doing stupid repetitive, everyday gestures. Interesting... I could stand on a New Yrk city intersection and see this crap for free!
Anyway. From what I can see from these photos, my 18-months old daughter can draw fairly better than this 70 year old lady. My point, however is somewhere else.
bizele said that this exhibition is part of a whole "show" where people "study" this waste of trees (paper), then watch a performance, and a movie to understand this lady's "creative process."
So here is my biased opinion about art and "creative process" crap: First of all, I'm very much not a foe of modern art (of any kind), as long as I find something there which means something to me or attracts me somehow. Tripping on buckets of paint on a super large canvas means absolutely nothing to me.
By the same token, when I look at something, I do not try to figure out "what did the artist try to say with this." Pasting feces on a canvas will simply tell me what that "artist's" menu was the day before - and I really don't give a crap (pun intended) about that. If a so-called artist decides to create something, and it doesn't "talk" to me, why should I care to figure out what the "artist" was thinking when he/she decided to create that? Hence, I'm not really interested in the creative process, I just want to see a piece of art (and not crap) which means something to me. I'm not interested to see what kind of hallucinating drugs the artist takes to become creative, etc.
So, there you have it. Now you know a little bit more about me.
Some may ask: "so... what's the relation between New Orleans and this lady." I don't really know, I just felt like saying TITS! :)
This photo here is not mine; it's taken by bizele, an Albanian girl who lives happily in sunny Florida. According to her, these are drawings made by a choreographer named Trisha Brown. Apparently, she's somewhat famous for her dance style. According to Wikipedia: "Brown has continued to explore the nature of motion and to choreograph dances based on everyday movements. Her style has developed from carefully built-up, repetitive gestures to its current fluid virtuosity." I haven't seen her shows but this sounds like ppl pay good $$ to see people on stage doing stupid repetitive, everyday gestures. Interesting... I could stand on a New Yrk city intersection and see this crap for free!
Anyway. From what I can see from these photos, my 18-months old daughter can draw fairly better than this 70 year old lady. My point, however is somewhere else.
bizele said that this exhibition is part of a whole "show" where people "study" this waste of trees (paper), then watch a performance, and a movie to understand this lady's "creative process."
So here is my biased opinion about art and "creative process" crap: First of all, I'm very much not a foe of modern art (of any kind), as long as I find something there which means something to me or attracts me somehow. Tripping on buckets of paint on a super large canvas means absolutely nothing to me.
By the same token, when I look at something, I do not try to figure out "what did the artist try to say with this." Pasting feces on a canvas will simply tell me what that "artist's" menu was the day before - and I really don't give a crap (pun intended) about that. If a so-called artist decides to create something, and it doesn't "talk" to me, why should I care to figure out what the "artist" was thinking when he/she decided to create that? Hence, I'm not really interested in the creative process, I just want to see a piece of art (and not crap) which means something to me. I'm not interested to see what kind of hallucinating drugs the artist takes to become creative, etc.
So, there you have it. Now you know a little bit more about me.
Some may ask: "so... what's the relation between New Orleans and this lady." I don't really know, I just felt like saying TITS! :)
Labels: artists, stupid art, tits
