Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Credos to Live By (#1)
I've been too busy to really follow through on the couple of things I'm researching right now (but I have found some cool stuff!), so I wanted to share this fabulous manifesto, from Bread and Puppet Theatre. We have it hanging on the wall of our living room because it helps remind us what it's really all about. It's up high, so I forget about it and rediscover it on a regular basis. Hurrah!
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Hurrah indeed!
Let's hear it for genre fiction. For child art plastering the refrigerator. For every sumptious home-grilled steak. Let's hear it for celebrating the artist in each of us--for not letting all those professionally produced CD's drown out each of us actually singing in our own living rooms. Let's hear it for each of us growing into the human being that God created us to be. Down with the professional snobs telling us that we're not good enough and that our less than professional attempts aren't good for us and everyone around us!
Art fights against war and stupidity! along with your blog subtitle Bringing the Early Age of Enlightenment to the modern world (oh so bold!) reminds me of the Straight Dope Fighting ignorance since 1973 (it's taking longer than we thought).
Was that a logical jump?
Words to live with...I should nick some Jenny Holzer captions and make something like this.
Art is like good bread!
Hilarious.
I walk in the supermarket. Invisible speakers play bowdlerized beatles. In front of me is a stand of drastically reduced plastic "holiday decorations." I know they are ugly. I keep going.
Or, sometimes I stop and look. I pick up a turkey wearing a pilgrim's hat and wonder about the person who sculpted the original mold. Were they pleased with their work? Cynical? The turkey was made by people in China. Some of the workers might hardly notice the flow of plastic turkeys in their workday; some might think they're tacky, ridiculous. Some might find the turkey fun or interesting or auspicious and would like to have one in their homes. Just like the lady browsing the stand next to me.
I want to pass over these things, embodiments of a quick buck. But they are the work of someone's hands. Are they cheap art? They made the lady next to me smile. I'm baffled.
Are they cheap art? No, they're kitsch--imitation art. They're the art equivalent of zombies. (Half-rotten ones, at that.)
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