Notes on Creativity theme of the week:
To what end?
Take a moment to compare these three quotes from artists on the purpose of art. Consider which one resonates most with you:
Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don’t believe that only art matters, I do believe in Art for Art’s sake.
– E. M. Forster, 1879-1970
Art for art’s sake is an empty phrase. Art for the sake of truth, art for the sake of the good and the beautiful that is the faith I am searching for.
– George Sand, 1804-1876
I mean, art for art’s sake is ridiculous. Art is for the sake of one’s needs.
– Carl Andre, 1935-
I would love to have witnessed a debate of these three, no-holds barred, to see which would come out on top. In truth, each purpose has best suited different works of art at different points in time.
I am not convinced that it is possible to have art purely for art’s sake. Intended or not, art always meets an end outside itself. Even if an artist means only to paint a green circle just to have it there, it elicits a response from viewers, consciously or not. They may love it, hate it, think of a childhood memory because of it… Art always does something.
Realizing that our work will have an effect beyond our control on ourselves and on others can inspire us- what we create matters.
“It’s totally a pregnant lady. How can you not see it?”
“You’re paranoid, Judy, it’s just an avocado cut in half.”
“No, Blaine, look. See, the top is slender like the head, and then it balloons out like a pregnant lady, and the pit in the middle is the baby. It’s so freaking obvious!”
“Judy, you’re losing it. It’s a fruit. It grows on trees. People pick it, cut it, and eat it. Now just pick it up and eat it.”
“I’m not eating a pregnant lady.”
“IT’S NOT A PREGNANT LADY!”
“You yelled at me. Blaine, how could you!”
“No you’re not. You think I’m crazy.”
“Yes, I am sorry, and yes, I do think you’re crazy. The two are not mutually exclusive.”
“It’s your baby in me that’s making me that way then, if that’s how I am.”
“Ok, it’s my fault. I can go with that. Just eat the darn thing. Come on, Judy, it’s good for you.”
Scoops out a piece onto a spoon.
Mouth full she spits out, “I feel like a cannibal. Are you happy now?”
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