It can’t possibly all come down to painting - or could it? The single first brushstroke on a surface is at once already a relic of its past and simultaneously the harbinger of its future. Maybe that’s all that needs to be preserved. I’ll be chewing on this essay for the next few days.
Indeed, I claim it all does come down to painting, but then I also insist that photography is still painting, and films are still painting, television is painting, digital and virtual reality are still painting...essentially, for me, the scratched and stained cave wall is still the future.
Just to clarify, I'm not saying that paintings are superior to every other art form, I'm saying that Images are primal, that words and music are also images. It's images that are our primary appetite, in various mutable forms. Some are frozen and some are melting, some are clouds. Especially since everyday life appears to have become a David Lynch movie.
It’s a fascinating question about what’s “good” or “bad” or “eternal.” Bach’s music was lost for a hundred years or so. Arnold Schoenberg is somewhat of a relic of the early 20th C. On we go one person’s kitsch Is another’s gold. I like thinking about it in a nonlinear way. As William Burroughs said, “we’re here to go.”
It can’t possibly all come down to painting - or could it? The single first brushstroke on a surface is at once already a relic of its past and simultaneously the harbinger of its future. Maybe that’s all that needs to be preserved. I’ll be chewing on this essay for the next few days.
Indeed, I claim it all does come down to painting, but then I also insist that photography is still painting, and films are still painting, television is painting, digital and virtual reality are still painting...essentially, for me, the scratched and stained cave wall is still the future.
Just to clarify, I'm not saying that paintings are superior to every other art form, I'm saying that Images are primal, that words and music are also images. It's images that are our primary appetite, in various mutable forms. Some are frozen and some are melting, some are clouds. Especially since everyday life appears to have become a David Lynch movie.
Thanks Donald,
It’s a fascinating question about what’s “good” or “bad” or “eternal.” Bach’s music was lost for a hundred years or so. Arnold Schoenberg is somewhat of a relic of the early 20th C. On we go one person’s kitsch Is another’s gold. I like thinking about it in a nonlinear way. As William Burroughs said, “we’re here to go.”