I've never Instagrammed. It's like Twitter. I don't get the appeal.
Which this video seems to be saying isn't a bad thing.
But I was at a coffee shop boutique art gallery not long ago and the over-priced framed prints on the walls could have been any amateur's snapshots and I was thinking with everyone now taking pictures of everything all the time, how does anyone ever know which art is worth paying attention to?
"how does anyone ever know which art is worth paying attention to?"
Don, certainly this is the question of the ages. Beyond a thing being "worth" whatever someone will pay for it, how do we know? I suppose we can take opinion of the "experts". OTOH, I've been in a lot of museums this past year, including the Louvre, the Tate and Centre Pompidou, and I can assure you that there is crap on exhibit there that can only have been created to illustrate the principal of the naked emperor. Or is a stack or newspapers or bins stuffed with second hand clothes actually Art? Perhaps the answer depends on what planet one is from.
Of course I encounter this a lot through my association with Burning Man and its legions of artists whose work represents mostly a confluence of a vague creative drive with spare lumber. But now and then something, be it in the desert or at the Crocker Art Museum, unexpectedly speaks to me, and I guess that makes the surrounding piles of crap worthwhile.
I have an Instagram account, and my interest in it has about run its course. At first I liked the idea that these are very low-tech, poor quality pictures, and any merit they might have is based solely on subject matter and composition, I guess--an example of creativity being fueled by restrictions, like Haiku, maybe. But *sigh* it is the Internet after all . . . A lot of art I see is less about aesthetics and beauty and human perception and more like an inside joke, but I look, I blink, I move on, though some of it is worth a grin. If I thought I had to figure out what was worth looking at and what was not, it would all become like instagram, only slower, and, you know, grander, and I'd go nuts.
Roy, I am currently of the opinion that anything that brings a smile, a purr, a whinny, a snort, a wiggle or however any living being expresses joy, that thing that causes it, is supremely worthy even if only for a fleeting moment.
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I'm afraid that's a pretty accurate depiction of the Instagram culture. :)
Yep. And the digital age as a whole. Woopie for nose hairs!
That's hilarious.
I've never Instagrammed. It's like Twitter. I don't get the appeal.
Which this video seems to be saying isn't a bad thing.
But I was at a coffee shop boutique art gallery not long ago and the over-priced framed prints on the walls could have been any amateur's snapshots and I was thinking with everyone now taking pictures of everything all the time, how does anyone ever know which art is worth paying attention to?
"how does anyone ever know which art is worth paying attention to?"
Don, certainly this is the question of the ages. Beyond a thing being "worth" whatever someone will pay for it, how do we know? I suppose we can take opinion of the "experts". OTOH, I've been in a lot of museums this past year, including the Louvre, the Tate and Centre Pompidou, and I can assure you that there is crap on exhibit there that can only have been created to illustrate the principal of the naked emperor. Or is a stack or newspapers or bins stuffed with second hand clothes actually Art? Perhaps the answer depends on what planet one is from.
Of course I encounter this a lot through my association with Burning Man and its legions of artists whose work represents mostly a confluence of a vague creative drive with spare lumber. But now and then something, be it in the desert or at the Crocker Art Museum, unexpectedly speaks to me, and I guess that makes the surrounding piles of crap worthwhile.
I have an Instagram account, and my interest in it has about run its course. At first I liked the idea that these are very low-tech, poor quality pictures, and any merit they might have is based solely on subject matter and composition, I guess--an example of creativity being fueled by restrictions, like Haiku, maybe.
But *sigh* it is the Internet after all . . .
A lot of art I see is less about aesthetics and beauty and human perception and more like an inside joke, but I look, I blink, I move on, though some of it is worth a grin. If I thought I had to figure out what was worth looking at and what was not, it would all become like instagram, only slower, and, you know, grander, and I'd go nuts.
Don't get me wrong. Most of my Instagram pictures are stupid!
Roy, I am currently of the opinion that anything that brings a smile, a purr, a whinny, a snort, a wiggle or however any living being expresses joy, that thing that causes it, is supremely worthy even if only for a fleeting moment.
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