Lately I have had quite a few interesting conversations with my daughters (ages 8 and 10) about what constitutes art. This is a tough concept for some adults, let alone children. It has sparked some very heated and engaging conversations among us.
The conversations began as a result of seeing a modern art exhibit in a local restaurant. “Mom, why is that art, I can do that.” The reply was, “Ah, yes you can do that, but you didn’t.” “So, if I do that now, will it be art?” “Probably not, someone already did it.” It made for a very interesting conversation.
I must say, that I too find it hard to appreciate some art as art. When it is indeed something that I could recreate I find it harder to appreciate than art that I know I have no talent to recreate (disclaimer, art is not my thing so most pieces of art cannot be recreated by me). It a paint by numbers painting art? Is my coffee splashed on a blank piece of paper art? Is this blog art?
I often wonder if I just do not have the properly trained and developed eye to even begin to understand art… then again, that makes me wonder if it is really art. If it is not appealing to the masses, to those who have no clue what art should be – is it art? Is it art if it is appealing to the masses and becomes incorporated into popular culture, or is that too much assimilation and does the art lose all meaning?
I suppose I should stick to blogging – is that art?
Today, 270 days ’til 40, I stand in awe of the artists around me who create amazing things – beautiful, or thought-provoking, or deep commentary on the ills of society – I am in awe of all those who bring art into this world and the messages they work to convey (even when I do not always get the messages).