Why art? I don’t know really. Definitely more difficult to answer than my partner’s question “why do we have 6 different types of vinegar in the cupboard?”
Of course art means different things to different people – including the person who found my blog yesterday with the search term “I hate Rita Angus”.
Art keeps me interested in life. Visual art, poetry, books, film all have the ability to transport me (and probably other art forms too) and that is a very good thing for me right now. Part of my interest is also how these art forms impact differently on others. For example, my elderly mother sent me this film review “I put on a DVD. It was “Grizzleyman” supposed to be about grizzly bears obviously, but was mostly about a stupid man who finally got eaten by the bears“. I haven’t seen the movie but this honest appraisal made me laugh and want to see the film.
We need more of that type of critique rather than fawning. Here is an example of (in my opinion) valid critique. I am tired of having “oh its art” moments rather than “wow” moments so its with trepidation I have blocked off some time on 21 August to go visit Rita. All the reviews I’ve read have been good, however they all seem to include a “but”. I think I’ll be happy just to see the familiar faces of her work in real life though.
And while looking for art about bears to go with this post I found this interesting little piece “A Guide for Looking at Art” “Asking questions can help us use our minds, imaginations, past experiences, as well as our eyes and other senses to discover meaning in works of art.”
And the bears? Well I can’t help but keep thinking of Suzie the Bear and that one trick to life is to keep walking past the open windows. Thanks Mr Irving.