Art, like beauty, is in the eye (and opinion) of the beholder, a totally subjective experience. There are those who loathe Vincent Van Gogh, poor misguided souls that they are. Who doesn't adore the energy and vision of that tortured heart? Well, he's not for everyone. I myself find him fascinating, especially knowing his history and struggles. Yet, in his lifetime, he sold one little painting. And it wasn't his best, by far. In Vincent's time, what he created did not qualify as art. Isn't that amazing? If the aim of art is to stir the emotions, what could be the feeling attached to furry bowls and spoons? Yet, that was in my art history book, along with some really ugly Dada creations, grotesque social commentary on the futility of life between the great World Wars. And, isn't that what it's all about anyway? Art reflects the society out of which it is created. In our little community, we seem to be striving to depict the beauty and simplicity that surrounds us. There is not a lot of prickly stuff happening here. And there will always be that thorn among the roses. Without ugliness, there could be no beauty. And without art, how sterile life would be.
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