I’ve been thinking about museums.
The world of high art is a conversation. Artists contribute works that are seen and understood in terms of what other artists have made before and are making now. Other artists see these works and respond with work of their own. Commentators and historians watch, record, and annotate this conversation.
Imagine if a dozen or so people - smart, articulate, literate people - were corresponding on a topic of mutual interest via letters. Now imagine if this conversation - this smart, articulate, literate conversation - were presented to the public by: selecting certain lines from certain authors, clipping them from their context, printing them, framing them, and hanging them on walls in a big building in random order next to plaques noting only the author and date of writing. Would it be any surprise that the viewing public would not understand what the big deal is? Would doubt the value of the whole project? Would indeed occasionally say, of a letter that is making a crude joke based on prior context, that “my third grader could write better than that”?
There is an art to making an image that stands alone without context, just as there is an art to making an essay that stands alone without context. That is not what is always necessarily happening, and treating every work as if it should stand alone does an enormous disservice to the conversation.
(Disclaimer: As someone who doesn’t personally follow the conversation of high art (or jazz for that matter) and furthermore as someone who has never personally grappled with the problem of placing the works I have on hand into the larger context of all the works I don’t have, can’t acquire, and wouldn’t have the room to display, I could well be talking out my butt.)
Protesters canvass the neighborhood of County Prosecutor Bob McCulloch.
Saturday, August 30th.
Don’t step on the octos, dear.
Wendy taking her youngest, Melusine, for an underwater stroll. They met a whole lot of curious residents pretty soon (it’s always crowded down there). °_°
Painted with fine watercolors and gouache on Daler Rowney paper.
Prints in my shop. Thank you for stopping by! ♥
Moomin and Snufkin chilling!
I went out in the garden and pulled weeds.
oh gosh I’m so glad. The dry month is almost over.
My ginger is sprouting nicely. The sunflower seeds are being eaten by squirrels and birds - I grabbed two small partial heads when I was out, so we’ll get a few, too. My quinoa is …blooming? It’s very hard to tell. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to tell when it sets seed, though. And I feel safe starting broccoli and brussels sprouts for a fall planting, now.
University of Arizona’s Growth Chamber on Antarctica.
(From BBC’s Frozen Planet)
damn the plant bloggers gonna lose there shit for this one
2 right omg
Ferguson Mayor James Knowles is making no friends at tonight’s Town Hall. Part 2
Our first attempt at a Swedish fire log was a smashing success.
burns for hours and it looks beautiful.
I’ve been itching to share this for a while now. My last project was Cinderella, and since there’s already one version of Cinderella for Far Faria, I decided to do a Filipino version version just to mix it up.