You’ll never understand it all.
But what does it really mean?
A common misconception, or rather, a misplaced query often posed by audiences when viewing art, that works of creation can be sufficiently taken apart and understood in absolutism, or even dissected for a complete understanding of the artist’s intentions.
I’ve heard many a variation of the age-old query posed; all well-intended, but nonetheless extraneous.
Dalí The Freudian Champion
The study of art has long relied on psychoanalysis as the basis for interpretation, and there has been no greater emphasis on the
“deeper meaning of art” through the emphasis on psychoanalytical tenets of art than in Surrealist factions.
Indeed…
What is art, really?
In the age of information systems — where we are imbued into the matrix of computing — art is revolutionised.
Baudrillard-ian theories of a world dominated by mass media, images, signs, and any other simulacra is no longer a philosophical study of a potential future, but rather realism embodied.
Media culture has created an information overload, and the subsequent implications on the ways in which we view and approach the vast amounts of information made available to us through mass media. …
It’s a nightmare, but you can make things easier for yourself.
Visa applications and restrictions withal, there are boat loads of other social issues that plague the endeavour. Definitely not for the weak-willed, but nonetheless rewarding.
I graduated from University in July 2019 (for the second time), and this around, Mother and Father insisted on attending their first ever graduation ceremony. I relented.
Not 30 minutes after walking down the 20 metre square platform, came the all too familiar “good job, time to get a job now” comment from my emotionally subdued Mother whilst we pushed past a hall full of sweaty, over zealous fresh graduates, their parents, friends, caterers, university…
You guessed it, it’s right about that time of the month.
No, not that time of the month, but the time for Poetry Salad’s monthly newsletter!
Poetry-critiques or literature snobs rejoice, we’ve got a handful of poems for you hungry readers this month.
For Beatrice
Tell me the stories of past and present, the turmoil undergone with spirits consumed,
By a blazing fire, with smoke so pure in essence.
A silent letter printed to fit only this story that can scarcely be read,
By the fugitives you cozy up to, spreading your —
Legs broken from rest, and eyes muddied by the sun peeking…
Pay attention.
Galleries and museums have often been relegated to the “what else is there to do” Sunday afternoon time-killer activity. A general consensus that art appreciation, stemming largely from the (mis)conception of gallery viewers as being primarily middle-aged, caucasian women who have “nothing better to do” on a post-bridge club Saturday afternoon.
Yet a quick trip down to your local gallery or museum will definitely prove otherwise. Art appreciation has drastically changed over the years, a reflection of artists’, curators’, museums’ and galleries’ approach towards both creating and presenting art to the masses. …
A start of a series.
Tell me the stories of past and present, the turmoil undergone with spirits consumed,
By a blazing fire, with smoke so pure in essence.
A silent letter printed to fit only this story that can scarcely be read,
By the fugitives you cozy up to, spreading your —
Legs broken from rest, and eyes muddied by the sun peeking through your clouded dream.
Each beginning we embark on as bad as the one before, each story we recount as poorly recalled, as the time we spent in silence, anguishing in our series of unfortunate events. …
We can’t run from technology. Perhaps it’s time to embrace it.
Can you derive pleasure from viewing art through a screen, the same way you would viewing art placed physically before you?
Famous last words:
“I can enjoy the artwork from Google, at the click of a button. No need to go to a museum or gallery.”
“Everything is digitised anyway.”
The Proliferation of Galleries and Museums
Ushering in a new poetic of art presentation.
Art aficionados, historians, curators, or visitors who are all too familiar with the traditions of museology’s white cube aesthetic, be warned. The exhibition choice — whilst alluring to many who prefer the art of presentation to have a more minimalist, distraction-free approach — comes at a cost; a cost that can be best described as a paradox of immortalization.
Perhaps the best critic of the over-employed white cube aesthetic — Brian O’Doherty’s Inside The White Cube — succinctly explains this phenomenon.
A gallery is constructed along laws as rigorous as those for building a medieval church. The outside world must…
It still tells time.
A while ago I talked about why everyone should own a watch, and I relentlessly stand by it —fundamental, functional, and fashionable, what’s not to love?
Yet a little less discussed matter on the expense you should make on a watch was missing from my initial proposition due to the sheer fact that it really shouldn’t matter, as long as you can afford it.
Does Price Really Matter?
Perhaps for some, success is determined and recognised only through the achievement and display of material wealth. …
Every day the deficit grows, you spend more than you own.
Mum and Dad were the very definitions of penny pinchers. A dollar coffee at the food court was a dollar too much, a book purchased for leisure was money wasted when I could just as easily borrowed it from the library, friends, or simply not read it.
It wasn’t so much that we couldn’t afford it, but more of a response triggered from a past life of post-war poverty; memories and experiences from their youth that they’ve managed to traverse leaving its mark on them in the form of an ever-lingering fear of going hungry.
yesnodunno
Not Tristram Shandy.
