Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Lying in Art

I tend to really dislike lying and any type of deception, but in a way, a lot of art is about creating things that don’t otherwise exist, and inducing people to believe certain imaginary things. I think the important distinction is that ling outside of art is usually about a type of manipulation of reality that can hurt others in some way, or where the person lying can hide behind and not take responsibility for his or her actions. Lying in art is about bringing to life things that wouldn’t exist before but for the sake of joy, or causing thought, or controversy. In that sense, it is impersonal, while actual lies usually have one person or more who will or could be negatively affected by it. To me, it goes back to intention. On the project we’re creating for class, the intention is to learn, so it is a white lie. In the “Two Amerindians” it is great that they pretended to be Amerindians, because it really gave the audience a flush of emotions as they looked at the cage, and inside that, a gut reaction to realities that we don’t always allow ourselves to be aware of…


Collages – Appropriation/manipulation/originality

This is such a gray area to me, but I can see how determining if an art work is original by analyzing how different it is from the original it sprouted from. In the case of Richard Prince, I would agree that the changes he added to the original images created something very new and different, but part of me still feels that the artist who took the original pictures should at least be mentioned. Prince would not have created what he created without Cariou’s images, and I feel that should be honored.

It was interesting reading how appropriation has evolved over time, and come to think of it, it makes sense that it would have and that’s important to understand the historical context around it. This reading made me think of a question I heard once. If someone gives me a painting, and I don’t like a passage, is it ok to paint over that part of it? As a consumer, I want to say yes, as an artist, I really really don’t like the idea…
Collages


Trash is such an issue, but I hardly ever hear anyone talk about it as such. As if the things we dispose of magically disappear when the garbage man picks them up. There truth is that there are landfills in poor areas, there is something called The Soup, which is a massive trash patch in the middle of the ocean—miles wide. Trash nowadays is a reflection of how we became a culture of throwing things away rather than fixing them, a culture where we don’t bother to understand how our action impact others (as long as it’s “not on our backyard). Trash is a reminder of how consumerism and our love for the ephemeral and disposable impact our environment, but only to those who care to see where it goes, those who don’t pretend trash vanishes without a trace, those who know that it is poisoning something somewhere. There’s trash everywhere, and not just in the literal sense. There is so much we worship as a culture that easily qualifies as trash…

Monday, August 3, 2015

I am for an art…

I am for an art that brings joy and laughter and reminds people that there’s beauty in life
I am for an art that inspires thought and self-reflection and plants seeds of personal growth
I am for an art that is pretty and pleasant and does nothing more than add beauty to the world
I am for an art that pisses people off and in the process causes positive change

I am for an art that can be created by anyone at any time
Totems Assignment

As I read Beuy’s article, I realized that there is a wealth of information in any material especially as they relate to how they are arranged in space. And, I think it’s important to always remind myself that I can access perceived meanings based on my own background and history, and the subconscious filters of what I learned and believe in life—which might not always be the same that the artist had in mind when creating the pieces.

To me, sand will always represent my childhood running barefoot on the beach and water always remind me of the calming effects of swimming in the ocean. Books and typed pages are a metaphor to all the curiosity and quest for knowledge I inherited from my parents. Rocks always fascinate me with all their different colors, shapes and textures, but I can’t really identify them as a metaphor for anything I can think of. If I were to make up a meaning, I would say that rocks pave the path as I go through life…