It’s Okay Not to Like Modern Art

(No, really, it is — a lot of it is absolute rubbish)

Hanging Around In Front Of The Goggle Box All Day [¹]

I found myself discussing the nature of Art again.

It’s far from the first time, but it’s been a while, so I went and did a text search for ‘Art’ in my document cache — it’s much more fruitful to re-use things I’ve already said, expand upon or clarify them, than to re-invent the wheel.

As a result, I found the below reply … which I’d completely forgotten about in the intervening time.

It wasn’t really what I was looking for … too specific to the original article I was replying to at the time, not general enough for me to take much from it (a sentence or two, rather than a paragraph or two) … but, nevertheless, I’m not displeased with it, now I come to look at it again.

The OP never replied — I can’t think why not ² 😉

In retrospect, I wish I’d quoted their initial argument in full, rather than snipping out all but the last parts of their arguments … it would make it much simpler to follow — but, if you’re prepared to read the two in parallel, you’ll get it ³.

Anyhow … in case you’re interested in pursuing the discussion (I always find it interesting to discuss Art) …

The original article

And my reply


¹ But not that image — that’s f**king class Absurdism 😂

² I don’t think I went too far, but I’ve had a tendency to not suffer fools at all, let alone gladly, for a long time now … and I tend not to suffer them with prejudice, if you get my drift, so, I don’t know, maybe I was a bit acerbic — catch me in the right/wrong frame of mind and I can be (I don’t wear steel-toecapped boots for nothing, you know).

³ Quasimodo, for instance, won’t have any trouble, I shouldn’t think.

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.