How Great Your Art

Art is necessary because it begins where words end. It is the necessary nourishment for the heart and soul and if humanity is to maintain any ounce of sanity, it would not ignore it. – Maryln Mori, painter, Saratoga CA

There is widespread agreement that art is very important. Although this blog is ultimately about sex. (I threw this in just to keep your attention.)

We all know that art is meant to be somehow good for us, but to ask simply ‘What is it for?’ may sound childishly naive, impatient or vulgar.

There are things that cannot be understood with pure reason — like love and beauty, to name two. And your partner. That’s 3.

Art can help us understand our world. It is propaganda for what really matters: the way we live, rather the way we think we should live.

Art is meant to make us think and feel, rather than just see.

The phrase, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’, originally came into prominence as a shield to protect us against snobbery and was a defence against intolerance; basically meaning – “I can hang as many badly framed acrylic faced IKEA posters as I want.”

But given that the freedom to think and feel as we like, is now very well enshrined (perhaps too well enshrined), we don’t need to stay stuck on this oft tossed phrase.

Our day-to-day problem isn’t that we’ll be bossed around by snobs, it’s that the chances of attractive art, fashion, furnishings, jewelry, architecture, bridges and shoes…taking hold will be lost because of a culture obsessed by quick profits, shoddy workmanship, environmental and morally irresponsible choices, and a refusal to engage artists in a dialogue about what they’re up to.

Closing conversation down with ‘beauty lies in the eye of the beholder’ can make an already tricky situation far worse. A society that can’t talk sensibly, publicly and perhaps at length, about beauty will inadvertently condemn itself to ugliness.

All too often, I see art treated as an afterthought.

Laying In bed this morning renewing acquaintanceship with my problems, I thought about the fact that art is what gets dealt with last – long after the final coat of paint has dried on the walls and all of the furniture has been put back – if it gets dealt with at all.

But I’m here to argue that by relegating wall art to the sidelines, you’re missing out on an opportunity to communicate an intention about yourself to the world.

Art helps soothe ourselves, when we perhaps have had too much of ourselves – or the world.

Many get into a real tizzy about looking for art-to-match-the-sofa, and in as much as that’s all fine and good, wall art holds a much more important role in your life and home.

What is art? Nothing. What does it want? Everything. What can it do? Something. – Jean-Luc Godard

At the same time, we’ve come to believe that art belongs in art galleries and that we can’t afford originals, so we avoid art galleries and don’t own any originals; thereby condemning ourselves by museum opening hours and badly framed inconsequential, meaningless art.

For example, when we are in an art gallery viewing a particular piece, it is highly unlikely that we, at that particular time, have need of Monet’s immensely calming vista of water, trees and evening lights.

It would be much better if we hung a copy of this work in the kitchen or by the bathroom door – places where angst has a tendency to congeal at any given Monday morning at 7 a.m., when we often feel like this.

People are often afraid of art.

We listen to people that insist that all abstract art is just weird, and anybody could paint – that!

And the world starts to divide. There are those (like you and me) who are right, and there are others who are sunk in confusion, but we console ourselves by knowing that we are finally in the company of someone who is deeply, wildly, and plainly wrong, a hooligan of sorts.

I know I’m stating the bleeding obvious.

I have difficulty imaging the trenchant acuity of most of them, unburdened with talent, unpicking the poetry of Lucretius or analyzing the state of the Danish economy.

Then there are also those that insist that copies are worthless, embarrassing kitsch.

But nobody needs to pay millions, or take a day off and make a trip to an art gallery, just to view an original.

A copy, pastiche, forgery, reproduction in a poster or even a postcard is enough. 96% of the value of the Monet painting is available if you take a look at it for two concentrated minutes.

A poster transmits a great deal of the original too. And if we’re honest we have to admit that quite often it’s the poster that moves us later, while we didn’t feel or think anything very much when we stood gingerly in front of the original in the gallery, jostling for elbow room.

But why? Why are copies always supposed to be so terrible? Even asking this straightforward question is suspect.

Sometimes, of course, a copy is truly terrible.

What if it’s a really good copy? What if the details are faithful? What if the proportions are harmonious and the colours lovely? A well-made reproduction carries 99% of the meaning of the original. Maybe that’s all that really matters.

Copies allow us to locate these important, beneficial images in the places where we can encounter them in our times of need

There is no such thing as great art, per se, only art that works for you. – Alain de Botton

In a perfect world there would be no art.

Art is born of necessity to a world of imperfection. In a sense, we all live within ourselves, within our own consciousness, within our perceptions. Images connects us in deep ways. Art comes with an opportunity to build a unique story of our own; of the friends who bore you, our incapacity to succeed at being happy with someone else, of sorrow, on how to be less lonely, or the desultoriness of the office.

The truth is, art, any art, is indispensable. Works of art are tools that can help our lives to go on a little better, maybe more wisely, and also fill those empty walls.