(January 17, 2021 at 7:57 am)Belacqua Wrote: At the same time, I think we can make strong arguments for a thing being good art or bad art. And to do that, we need to look at qualities that we consider good or bad.
Fully concur. Who has the authority, if you like, to define what is or isn't?
But sometimes, there is an assault on the senses which panders to the outrageous and ill-disciplined in the name of 'art' (in any form.) For example, Tracey Emin’s display My Bed: a violent mess of sex and death, in the Tate Modern years ago alongside the works of JMW Turner. Described as, Amid the yellowing sheets there are condoms, a tampon, a pregnancy test, discarded knickers and a lot of vodka bottles.
Goes well alongside the pickled cow.
Some unusual and novel things and forms of expression may be interesting, but I can't help thinking that much rubbish is attention-seeking, and the best way to propagate it is to be lazy and/or shocking.
Vive la différence!
