[Playing: Michi from the album “Sacred Journey of Kukai” by Kitaro]
Seriously, I do know something about art. And I know what I like. And I bloody well hate conceptual art.
What brings this on is arriving at the local coffeehouse (mentioned before by name, but not now in order not to embarrass the “artist” in question) to find a new exhibit hanging on the wall above the sofa where I usually sit. Or, as I originally thought, a space being prepared for a new exhibit.
However, it turns out that what I’d thought were blank display plaques for a future exhibit, are the exhibit.
White squares with an almost unnoticeable peach wash on them, with strokes arranging said wash in what appears to be an intentional manner.
Abstract art, in the hands of a master such as Willem de Kooning, can express a truly fantastic range of moods and ideas and sheer beauty. Abstract art, in the hands of an amateur, covers a complete lack of talent until it is nearly too late for the “artist” to find where his/her true talents lie, and follow a more fitting path.
< /rant >
Pretty picture book for you to look at:
“Willem De Kooning Paintings 1960-1980” (Willem De Kooning, Bernhard Mendes Bürgi, Klaus Kertess)
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