Art in and of itself – is Art

Art in and of itself – is Art

Artists aren’t in consideration of ideas at that unique and very moment of a creative act. No hidden design or intention or prescribed meaning is under wing. Just as it is to look at a thing and at a later date label it – something. Common Naming is the background of logic and is meaningless to the origin of intent by the artist – yet can only be defined, by the artist

To tender an explanation – to decode is to conjure. Similarly, later realizations, as valid as they might be, are not a part of the moment in the action of creation but are in reaction to it. It’s always fascinating when entering a display of art to seek out the little placard of verbiage on the wall – the ‘explanation’ – historically valuable? – insightful?

Sometimes or many times right smack at the entrance this display of words attempts to say, ‘Wait! – read me first and then all that follows will have a context in history or common naming or a particular style or genre and conditions or connections to the identity and means of the maker” All in an attempt to explain what can only be a lie All for the desperation of the need to know and understand All about how our culture has in many cases lost the ability of simple joyfulness or means to access revelry in face of beauty

Vested interests must be clarified – identified – nailed down It is a crime and a lie or at the least a shame for artists to decode in the face of Art as Art because there isn’t any ‘planning’ of intent in the realms of self-expression Cultural ties – commentary – insights – inroads all “after-words” Otherwise what we’re viewing is a contrived bit of business – Predetermined impassioned making is a mockery of itself as well as an oxymoronic condition of fakery because you can’t ‘look for inspiration’ – you can’t ‘look for the poetic’ you have to live it and be it and do it and there are many many distractions in the world – you can be derailed from yourself in an instant of lazy mindfulness and lose sight of the universality of all things – the fact that little deaths are all a part of the beauty and there is a constant moment to moment paradox which presents itself to us Cultural lies – commentary – insights – inroads are all “after-words.” If we decide that these words are the thing then we define ourselves as viewers – digesting our hubris in accepting a contrived bit of cloudy business.

I love the little placard of verbiage the in many cases is pinned to the wall at the entry of many exhibitions of art on display These attempt to say, “Wait! – read me first and then all that follows will have a context in history or common naming or a particular stylistic genre and or provide a much needed connection to the unique commonality of the makers’ identity.” This as a means to drain all mystery from the viewer – All Knowing is the key to unlocking fear and doubt which is the mainstay of the establishment all in avoidance of conditions of “Oooohhhh that’s so scary because I don’t understand it!” So I won’t be bothered and refuse to even try, instead I’ll simply discount it and or judge it or ignore it as a solution to comfort.” So these little signs at the entry are all in a grand attempt to explain a lie in the face of the making. Like an artist who stands on a soapbox in attendance of their own show with heart in hand blubbering and blabbing about this or that – this is the stuff of critics not true artists. There really isn’t anything to say or sell or convince anyone of – and if there is – then we’re not viewing art – we’re just viewing a lie and we’re being sold a load of bullshit by a sales person vested in a 50% commission.

It is telling as I find myself in the scene and in the midst of writing this note as I myself am entrenched in the very muck which I live in – I find that facing the desperation of the need to know and to understand how our culture has in many cases lost the ability to access simple joyfulness or ability to access revelry in face beauty can be a trap I set upon my own ankle. Vested and valued interests must be nailed down and clarified!?

This is a lie of epic proportions that we tell ourselves as we submerge ourselves in a scene – in the action as actors we can’t help but view and listen in on a daily range of commodity disguised as culture. This is a new construct of and for the ‘use’ of art as an entity of culture – for better or worse the Spectacle is in action as a part of our modern art world.

Predetermined impassioned making is a mockery of itself an oxymoronic condition of fakery because you can’t ‘look for and or find inspiration’ you can’t ‘look for the ‘poetic’ you have to live it and be it and do it – There is no such thing as a unique and or new and or innovative ‘art-form’ – there is only a re-examination or an observational re-creational vantage point of existence molded second by second within the current context of life and living. This is the root of innovation providing the ever expanding excitement of art in the realm of cutlure.

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