THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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I just saw "An American In Paris" again. I love Gene Kelly. Oh my god, I love Gene Kelly. There's a man I would deffinatly have had an affair with. |
I don't know. I've modeled for people considered by the art world to be "real artists", and I don't know that they were particularly different from "fake artists". I would say that there is, by definition, no real objective aesthetic standard. There's having studied the rules before breaking them, which I consider valuable, as advancement comes from, in the words of, oh, some famous scientist "standing on the shoulders of giants" (i.e. building on past discoveries), but then what do I know, I'm not even a fake artist, and that neglects the contributions of self-taught artists. I think only history can tell who is a real artist and history, imho, is not always right. There's current in the art world, but then you get imitators in the dominant school , which, imho, has a tendency thse days to degenerate into a great big conceptual circle jerk (I think it was Gauguin who said that there are artists and plagarists. Artists challenge the paradigm and often die in obscurity. Plagarists do respectable work in the school of the era, and are often the only "real artists" recognized by their contemporaries) So I say, if you like it, it's art. |
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