This is ART?
This is ART?
BEWARE SWARE WORDS.
I try not to play the role of art critic but I will happily play the role of Art Curator Critic. Today I want to share some words concocted to make a bunch of over sized scribbles important, for a show opening in Sydney. I am not going to get into names or galleries or even the curator who wrote the following. I will describe the pseudo art for you.
Three foot by four foot bright coloured paintings of scribble. Two colours on each canvas, salmon and green, blue and red, green and blue, big large scribbles. You can't blame artists for what they do. But you can put shit on idiots creating stories about mediocre mark making. These events are more about the unskillful high fog index curatorial writing than actual art. This purple prose below is trying to express great meaning and feeling, but actually comes across, if anybody bothers to read it after the first few words, as complete bullshit and rubbish.
Here are the words used to elevate scribble to the likes of Michael Angelo, Caravagio, Edward Hopper or even Brett Whiteley.
Here, childlike and spontaneous gestures are constricted by the neuroses of adulthood. The paint never reaches the boundary; staying within the lines. The ID is restricted by the ego, and passions are sacrificed to the day-to-day realities of life. Good intentions meet their limitations. A nervous breakdown that you’re not allowed to have.
Feel free to fill my comments page. Better still see if you can find great works of writing from curators and post them to my artist page on Facebook.
BEWARE SWARE WORDS.
I try not to play the role of art critic but I will happily play the role of Art Curator Critic. Today I want to share some words concocted to make a bunch of over sized scribbles important, for a show opening in Sydney. I am not going to get into names or galleries or even the curator who wrote the following. I will describe the pseudo art for you.
Three foot by four foot bright coloured paintings of scribble. Two colours on each canvas, salmon and green, blue and red, green and blue, big large scribbles. You can't blame artists for what they do. But you can put shit on idiots creating stories about mediocre mark making. These events are more about the unskillful high fog index curatorial writing than actual art. This purple prose below is trying to express great meaning and feeling, but actually comes across, if anybody bothers to read it after the first few words, as complete bullshit and rubbish.
Here are the words used to elevate scribble to the likes of Michael Angelo, Caravagio, Edward Hopper or even Brett Whiteley.
Here, childlike and spontaneous gestures are constricted by the neuroses of adulthood. The paint never reaches the boundary; staying within the lines. The ID is restricted by the ego, and passions are sacrificed to the day-to-day realities of life. Good intentions meet their limitations. A nervous breakdown that you’re not allowed to have.
Feel free to fill my comments page. Better still see if you can find great works of writing from curators and post them to my artist page on Facebook.
Picture from Montessori Community Scribbles
These are real scribbles from beautiful creative kids.
Not contrived expressions of nothingness mentioned above.
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