emm7 wrote:what is your favourite visual artist at the moment eg. painter, photographer, cinematographer , etc., (must work with images)
Bunuel. Just watched Un Chien Andalou and L’Age D’Or.
Without these films so much of medoern cinema just wouldn’t have happened. The close cutting, image association, dream sequences.
The Andalousion Dog is much siimpler and rawer with the Fraudian themes not deeply explored.
The music (although not part of the original release and performed live in the cinema) of The death of Isolde and The Parisian Tango take you on a magical journey.
emm7 wrote:also is there a visual artist whose work has made you cry?
Yes there are times when I look at Van Gogh and can feel his torture.
Matisse can be make me weep with happiness and simplistic joy.
Mannet’s Olympia stirs me with her beauty.
emm7 wrote:also is there a visual artist whose work has made you laugh?
How can you not go for L. S. Lowery? Every time you look at a Lowery there is something to make you smile.
emm7 wrote:Duchamp who painted his name on a French urinal and handed it in as art but the funniest one is his "greatest hits"
Oh Emm, Emm, Emm. You are missing a couple of important things here. Firstly, it was not a urinal. It was a urinal turned on its back and disconnected from the plumbing. In what sense is it still a urinal? How does it function? It’s function is now intellectual and not utilitarian.
Duchamp gives us other clues. It is signed (not as Duchamp but as an R. Mutt), dated (1917) and even titled (Fountain).
The piece is important as completing a process, which had really begun 40 years earlier with Cezanne, that began to change the balance in art between artisanship and intellectualism.
In “Fountain” Duchamp’s contribution is entirely intelectual: all physical skill has been removed from the artist.
It is important not to view this as a “wimsey”: it is not Duchamp toying with the Society of Independent Artists – he was after all a board member.
Fountain is a genuine attempt to once more find relevance for art in a world that has photography and international communications. A world that has been torn apart by the hoorers of the great war. A world that has been mechanised filled with death and routine opression. A world that has lost the agricultural idyll. A world that has, in fact, lost the God it always thought to be there.
In this new world the beauty of the Romantics, the allegory of the Classicists, and the piety of the Renaiissance seemed lost.
Fountain stands as a absolutely pivotal piece in The Cannon.
Free the Guinea Pigs.