[Written: March 10th, 2017]
Despite my complete (borderline obsessive) adoration for Bo Burnham, I don’t believe entirely that “Art is Dead”. I believe more the school of Cogsworth, “If it’s not Baroque, don’t fix it”
Now before I was asked to leave community college, I actually took every art history class they had to offer. I wanted to major in Theatre, and minor in Art History. So I will freely admit, I am an art expert.
I have one simple thing to say to this town: Hey Portland, make some fucking art.
If I see one more piece of crap “art installation” with a hair wad scotch taped to a piece of printer paper and scribbled over with sparkly crayon I will lose my mind.
Art is subjective. Art is personal. Art is emotional. THAT IS NOT ART.
No, I am not an artist, but I too can go to wine + paint night and be a god damn Picasso (Really, I’d say my work is more like Monet, but with Van Gogh’s dark color themes).
I went a tangent about specifically drawing/painting. Art comes in such great varieties… and I am lucky enough to be a witness in the theatre (theater) and comedy world right now and see what an impact it is having.
Not editing is hard. As an editor it’s actually painful to not go back and redline the greater majority of this. It’s hurting my editor brain right now… a lot. SO MUCH.
Music? I am painfully ignorant on this front, especially for someone that used to interview musicians on a daily, if not weekly basis. So I’ve got nothing on that front. I don’t feel in good conscious that I can comment on that. I just don’t know.
Wow. Reading this through I can see the journalistic style, followed by an essay rant, ending with a philosophical self-reflection…