Let's get something out of the way first. I'm not a fan of modern art. Don't take it personally if you are a fan yourself, but it would probably be best for you to skip to the last paragraph here.
Recently, I decided to go to the Tate Modern gallery in London. "Now," I thought to myself, "this would be a great time for me to restore my faith in modern art, after my trip to the Modern Art museum in Venice, Italy tore it to formaldehyde-saturated chunks." I wandered in, and took a look around. Suffice to say from my opening lines, it took those chunks and fed them through a shredder made of disdainful thoughts. I like my art in the classical style. I like Monet and Da Vinci. I like DeGas and Van Gogh. What I don't like, however, is something obscure such as a bird nailed to a wall. If you go to the Tate Modern, relax. You won't find that there. What you will find are three stuffed birds attached to the wall with arrows, next to a basic drawing of a house - fifteen lines at most. Some of the items do not even begin to qualify as "art". Yes, they have no purpose except for their own existence, but so does a Jeffery Archer book and I won't go near that unless I was paid twice my weight (what can I say, I'm a thin guy) in gold. Art, for me, needs to be a respresentation of a scene or mental image. I admit that I'm partial to a bit of abstract art, or perhaps some cubism, but as I wandered through the Venice Museum and saw a cow cut up vertically into half-foot long sections I failed to find anything that even vaguely qualified as such. There was, instead, a wall made of mirrors and pills, and a repeating out-of-sync video of a woman in a clown suit and face paint apologising.
When one of the artworks on show is named "Genital Panic", I can't say that I have a particularly high expectation. The room containing that piece also consisted of photos of maimed limbs and plaster casts. "Oh," I hear you cry, "plaster casts can be brilliant pieces of sculpture!" Well, I fully agree with you, but when it is a plaster cast of the maker's, shall I say, bathing suit area and streaked with his own blood, it loses much of its appeal. Another was literally this: a stack of bricks.
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This was on display as art. To paraphrase the great surrealist Magritte, ce n'est pas le dessin (correct me if I'm wrong, my French is a little rusty). It is just someone making a bit of a mess on a piece of canvas and selling it off for several million. I'm sure that some of you have heard that Damien Hirst, the British modern artist, has made £100 Million in one auction after selling off some of his pickled animals. To his credit, he did saw off the hooves of a pig and replace them with gold replicas, but a pickled pig is still a pickled pig, regardless of the smile put on its face by the purported artist. Some works hardly even qualify as abstract. [img_inline caption="Clearly Serious Business Indeed." align=right width=200 height=200]http://jonnyopinion.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/a-jackson-pollock-painting.jpeg[/img_inline] They look like nothing and are merely dribbles of paint of a canvas, yet they still fetch several hundred grand and are snapped up by the rich, famous and naive. In the Tate Modern, they have the remnants of an artwork which was just a crack painted in the floor. One celebrated exhibition had a man in a bear suit running about as one of the main attraction. The final travesty is that some of the Turner Prize finalists/winners have included an unmade bed and an amphibious shed.
So, all rants out of my system, I pose a question for you for some discussion. Do you think "Modern Art" qualifies as art? Please elaborate on your opinion, if you would. If you disagree, please explain how it fails to meet your criteria, and if you agree, explain how it does.
Recently, I decided to go to the Tate Modern gallery in London. "Now," I thought to myself, "this would be a great time for me to restore my faith in modern art, after my trip to the Modern Art museum in Venice, Italy tore it to formaldehyde-saturated chunks." I wandered in, and took a look around. Suffice to say from my opening lines, it took those chunks and fed them through a shredder made of disdainful thoughts. I like my art in the classical style. I like Monet and Da Vinci. I like DeGas and Van Gogh. What I don't like, however, is something obscure such as a bird nailed to a wall. If you go to the Tate Modern, relax. You won't find that there. What you will find are three stuffed birds attached to the wall with arrows, next to a basic drawing of a house - fifteen lines at most. Some of the items do not even begin to qualify as "art". Yes, they have no purpose except for their own existence, but so does a Jeffery Archer book and I won't go near that unless I was paid twice my weight (what can I say, I'm a thin guy) in gold. Art, for me, needs to be a respresentation of a scene or mental image. I admit that I'm partial to a bit of abstract art, or perhaps some cubism, but as I wandered through the Venice Museum and saw a cow cut up vertically into half-foot long sections I failed to find anything that even vaguely qualified as such. There was, instead, a wall made of mirrors and pills, and a repeating out-of-sync video of a woman in a clown suit and face paint apologising.
When one of the artworks on show is named "Genital Panic", I can't say that I have a particularly high expectation. The room containing that piece also consisted of photos of maimed limbs and plaster casts. "Oh," I hear you cry, "plaster casts can be brilliant pieces of sculpture!" Well, I fully agree with you, but when it is a plaster cast of the maker's, shall I say, bathing suit area and streaked with his own blood, it loses much of its appeal. Another was literally this: a stack of bricks.
[img_inline caption="Modern Art: Clearly Serious Business." width=250 height=400 align=left]http://www.tate.org.uk/tateetc/issue7/images/carlandre_equivalentviii.jpg[/img_inline]
This was on display as art. To paraphrase the great surrealist Magritte, ce n'est pas le dessin (correct me if I'm wrong, my French is a little rusty). It is just someone making a bit of a mess on a piece of canvas and selling it off for several million. I'm sure that some of you have heard that Damien Hirst, the British modern artist, has made £100 Million in one auction after selling off some of his pickled animals. To his credit, he did saw off the hooves of a pig and replace them with gold replicas, but a pickled pig is still a pickled pig, regardless of the smile put on its face by the purported artist. Some works hardly even qualify as abstract. [img_inline caption="Clearly Serious Business Indeed." align=right width=200 height=200]http://jonnyopinion.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/a-jackson-pollock-painting.jpeg[/img_inline] They look like nothing and are merely dribbles of paint of a canvas, yet they still fetch several hundred grand and are snapped up by the rich, famous and naive. In the Tate Modern, they have the remnants of an artwork which was just a crack painted in the floor. One celebrated exhibition had a man in a bear suit running about as one of the main attraction. The final travesty is that some of the Turner Prize finalists/winners have included an unmade bed and an amphibious shed.
So, all rants out of my system, I pose a question for you for some discussion. Do you think "Modern Art" qualifies as art? Please elaborate on your opinion, if you would. If you disagree, please explain how it fails to meet your criteria, and if you agree, explain how it does.