I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on this all-important issue.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA

and I think I prefer Paul.

She stole the show! Even Simon couldn’t deny it!

Ira Gershwin

They All Laughed

the bias is so strong that we no longer see singers that look like roy orbison, as the image is more important than the art.

the biases are programatical. you can write them down and no one would believe you till they sat and noticed it once mentioned. between puberty and adult life, fathers loose their brains and abilities, they are father knows worst, is one constant example.

when art stopped being art, and it became image and message for politics (or anticulture), it lost all its real meaning and substance. socialist realism, and modern movements are devoid of creativity and instead substitute inventiveness (along the lines of what hasnt someone done before – a banal race to the bottom like the joke the aristocrats), marketing and image.

merit and skill were out and average skill but performance and image were in. especially if the person you were USING had less morals than a chimpanzee and their ‘success’ would push others to behave the same way, not realizeing that its artificial.

we havent realized that we really havent created original art since around the 70s (the last of it dying out then).

22. Continue discrediting American culture by degrading all forms of artistic expression. An American Communist cell was told to “eliminate all good sculpture from parks and buildings, substitute shapeless, awkward and meaningless forms.”

23. Control art critics and directors of art museums. “Our plan is to promote ugliness, repulsive, meaningless art.”

is it any wonder if you read that above and believed it in the late 50s, early 60s you woudl notice that the new paragons of art fit all that. from the discussion here about sharks in formaldehyde, and so on. we lost what art really is, means, and serves us.

applying artistic mentality to something doesnt mean what your doing is creating art. odd shaped sculptures are rarely art. as are amorphous blobs of color on large canvas. yeah, i can do something with an eye to an artistic process, but thats easy, in fact so easy that if your smart and talented enough, you will not sink so low. and if you arent, then the ‘art’ becomes accessible to you and you can be a giant, not because yoru good, but because the collective loves you for proving that there is no real art.

more interesting in art is to look of the lineage of who is famous or not. who did georgia okeefe screw? and who cheated on whom, and you start to figure out that since you werent born near that lineage, and they want scrub from a pretty face with low morals and easy to manipulate, is fun at the parties, doesnt say the wrong thing… etc.

you basically find that as kostabi series on how to be a famous artist is valid, because the art world is invalid. or rather the open mass art world is. for the really old money and high wealth does not bother with such much. in fact they like that we no longer try to be like them, and are less able to.

anyway… someone like her would not have had a chance to show her stuff… because they would look at her with a marketing eye, not a pinnicle of art and creative ability eye.

its like the old saw about the talking dog, its great he can talk, but does he do any other tricks?

this is why art sucks today, why music sucks, why all of it is narcissistic, masochistic, helpless, and full of driviled themes with unending messages but no real message.

since our world around us is made by our values maintained over time, it should be pretty easy to see that socialist grey is what mixing all the colors and all the ideas, and all the cultures together makes. gray, gray, and more gray… nothing isnt black, or white, nothingness is grey from which black and white are separated and dance for us.

look around you… they changes our values and the world is sinking more and more into a hurtful, cold, sick, literally dog eat dog world… not because thats the way it is, but because thats the way they paint it.

real art would move us from there.

like sargents portraits, it uplifts the ordinary.

her story reveals a lot about us, and who we let serve us, and how willing we are to forgoe crap and select better… (or even tell its crap).

reminds me of pink floyds music.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.