Saturday, 24 July 2010
I remember, back in the high school, a friend of mine was asked what he thinks is art. He answered: 'everything I don't understand'. I thought it was funny.
Why art should be something you don't understand? Sure, if it's a stick shoved into a pile of poo and named with a pompous title like 'a fleeting moment of a blue mind through the universe passing the bus number 43', then I don't understand it either. I'm so old-fashioned that to me art must depict something. Formless lump on a gallery floor or random, crossing lines on a canvas don't mean absolutely nothing to me, no matter what so-called artists behind those kind of works try to sell or reason them with. Thought for food? Or dog food? Or perhaps cat food? Your call. I prefer cats.