September 28, 2013

This is not art. But it's fun.

It has taken me a long time to come to a conclusion about what differentiates true art from someone's drawing. Even now, I can't put it into words. But I am aware that what I'm doing isn't it.

All I do is make pretty pictures. Sometimes, not even pretty. I make things that sometimes looks like reality, sometimes like something demented, but they always lack a certain oomph, the essence of art itself.
It's a painting. Not a work of art.

During my philosophy classes last year, I had to write a commentary on a work of Bergson where he attempts to define art. For him, it is the unexpected, the one surprising touch of the artist that shows you how his vision of the world differs from yours. It's the element of the artist himself. His view on the world, unique as is yours, put in a way that you can experience it with your own perception.
But to be able to do this, you first need to know how to draw what you see. People are often surprised by Picasso's work from when he was a child, so true to nature, and how different they are from his later works, which aren't exactly a direct representation of the world. Instead, this talented artist stops drawing and instead shows you his world. And that's why his works go for millions of euros.

And that's why mine are just drawings: I'm not bringing anything new to the table. I'm not showing you what i see, I'm showing you what I've been told to see. I'm drawing the world around me not as I have experienced it but as we have all agreed it is. And that's a little sad.

So here's the last of my drawings; I'm going to work on my art.

Good bye for now!

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