Monday, April 20, 2009

Sunshine on My Shoulders makes me sweat O.o!

It's finally good weather round these parts. Almost too good. I sweat a lot. And I don't like wearing shoes too much, so I didn't. Hmm...

Sorry for the randomness, just spitting out thoughts instead of reading for school.

Thanks again to anyone who has linked me (AJ, Jordan). Now I have pressure to write for an audience, yikes. Well I really won't be writing any differently to be honest, but now I get comments! Yay comments! They are what make this worth while I think because it establishes dialogue.

That's the problem with art in today's world, it's all consumer based. Well much of it at least. If you look at a piece of art and think to yourself what pretty colors, think no more on it, and move on; or if you listen to a piece of music and think, what pretty notes, move on and never think about it again; or see a movie and think, wow that was good, and move on with your life; you are consuming art. Not that consuming it is always wrong, some art is meant to be consumed. However what makes almost anything art, is its ability to make you think. To engage in a dialogue with the artist even when they are dead and gone is a marvelous thing that can be achieved through art.

Case in two points: John Cage's 4'33" and the "White Paintings" of Robert Rauschenberg.

Cage's piece is 4 mintues and 33 seconds of silence in which the only musical notation is "tacet" which instructs the musician to remain silent.
Rauschenberg's White painting are a series of canvases painted as completely and evenly white as possible.

To the consumers these types of exhibitions elicit responses of "I paid twenty bucks to see this crap?!" This is partly what the artists wanted and partly a sad commentary on the consumerism of art in the world today. Both pieces are "minimalist" in the loosest sense of the word but they both serve the same purpose: to be hypersentive canvases conveying the noise and light of the surronding conditions. Or they are just crap.

The point is, peices like 4'33" and the white paintings challenge our brains to think. What a concept! We can no longer sit by and let art pass over us, we must wrestle with it, pin it to the ground, and either give it a big sloppy kiss (acceptance) or spit in its face (rejection). The point is in the struggle to understand!

Now where was I going with this? Oh right. Comments! Haha long way of getting here but this is the point: Comments are a way to avoid consuming these blogs and a way of reaching out and interacting with people. Think about what you read!

So I'll try to leave comments when I can, and I encourage all you (including you lurkers) to speak up if you've got something to say.

Ok wow, I did not mean to get off on that tangent, but there you go.

And if that was too long for you to read, that's ok too.
Here have a picture of a cute boy!


  1. i would totally do ron weasly.

  2. finally someone I can talk music with... Yay!!!

    and I agree with what dan said.. lol


  3. matt

    this blog is getting very technical for me glad some people are following you and linking you. I told you there are nice people out here :)

    take care and be safe


  4. hahaha ron weasly.

    anyways, I'm glad to link to your blog.

    I think ur right about comments, they're a way to make this bloggy thingy a conversation about something meaningful.. a conversation we have to bring a part of ourselves to the table in order to have.

    keep rocking it out


  5. @ Dan - yea me too haha plus I like the name Rupert

    @ AJ - Yay someone I can talk about music with!

    @ Bob - Not everything will be technical, I just got off on a tangent today.

    @ Jordan - umm... Ran out of things to say... Have a banana? Haha real meaningful I know...

  6. There's a pretty cool compilation CD that came out a number of years ago that's a tribute of sorts to the Cage piece. It's called 45'18" and features several artists doing interesting interpretations, such as recording "silence" with all the inputs on the mixing console pushed to the maximum or recording ambient sounds outdoors then manipulating them.

    Not a big fan of "conceptual" paintings, like those of Ellsworth Kelly or the repeated rectangles of Mark Rothko, as they evoke no emotional response in me whatsoever. On the other hand, I love abstract art that grabs me and pulls me in, like that of Franz Kline and Robert Motherwell. Fave of any style is Francis Bacon, however.

    BTW, I added ya' to my links yesterday mornin'.