The reading and even the class session made me consider "intellectual masterbation". What is the point of writing a piece or having a show that only a select few can understand? Why would anyone put in the time to try to understand something that overall doesn't change their lives nor does anything for them except either confuse or aggravate them? I consider myself an intellect, scholarly, and worldly wise; but trying to undersand nonsense from a persons unconscious (which is already confusing enough) is either impossible or pointless. Where did academia go? It makes me think about (and i know it's totally off topic) about weightlifting and sculpting a body that is universally excepted as perfect. Now-a-days people who want to create the perfect body take pills, steroids, or any foreign substance that hurry the process of getting big. What happened to good old fashioned hard work. It stands the same for academia, where's the hard work? If we as people do not filter out the bull shit that we get fed by what i liked to call "open minded foolishness", the all of us are going to get lost in a sea ideas without proof of being genuine.
I just don't get it...
Arthur
1 comment:
Art,
I think the problem is not completely the intellectualizing of art but the loss of beauty, time as in pause.. and space to discover it. we don't know how to sit and be. We want it in 3 second sound bites. Maybe that is why we want to have fixed ideas of what art is and for? We keep looking for the dark side and celebrating that. It is the beauty that can get under your skin.. Even if it is uncanny, art can penetrate through the body.. It can make us feel.. it can make us understand without having it explained. It is also about allowing a certain mystery to be left.. it is about allowing things not to be understood... or intellectualized.. I get great pleasure from intellectualizing but I also just like to let it wash over me. To sit in a museum and look at a painting.. and just look..
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