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I’m not sure what “Art” is? I just know it when I see it. And I’m sure, when I feel it (kinda like pornography). I recognize it when I’m in a museum (usually). It’s easier then, it surrounding me (and my having paid to go in and look it over).
If any are displayed, I’m always drawn to the Renoirs and Monets. I’ll gen’rally take awhile studyin’ the Manets and Degas’ too? Their use of light, the way they seem able to control that light in their pictures simply mesmerizes me. Their gauzy, “caught in time” scenes (and scenery) transforms the mundane into something otherworldly (Art).
I refer to ‘em as pictures, because even though they’re paint on canvas, they captured those scenes more effectively than any photograph.
Come to think of it photography didn’t come along much before them? We call photographs “art” nowdays, don’t we? Guess that makes some picture snappers “artists” doesn’t it? That may be, but I don’t see the comparison.
Those folks I mentioned first have given us something “more” than something to simply gaze upon. Something their inspiration (and skill) created, causes us to “feel” it. “Some thing” that affects us through our senses that only begins with the act of “seeing”.
The only other “art” I’ve been in contact with, that can do this so effectively, is sculpture. Sculpture often hits you on a grand scale. It overwhelms from a distance, and again, not just through the act of “seeing”.
The masters of paint and canvas, stone or marble created marvels. Our senses are left with the “feeling” of it. Our eyes have played their part only for the “introduction” of it, to us
We often travel distances to a museum when we have time and inclination to enjoy art (or not)? But “art” can appear in the most unlikely of places and circumstances.
I have a (shirttail) cousin who’s son created drawings that captured everyday objects in unusual ways, that left profound feelings of pleasure in me. A niece creates sketches and drawings of animals and people (well, relatives) that carry the light of life on their penciled countenances.
Then there’s a buddy of mine (might not be, after he reads this?) who sculpts with scant few, slender little rods of steel.
He utilizes a little flat piece as a base, so the sculptures have something to stand on (doesn’t really count in my eyes). Starting with only a few, short pieces of cold steel rod (and an artists inspiration) he creates..., emotion.
He doesn’t do this (necessarily) for public consumption or “viewing”. He does it, because he’s an artist.
Oh, he might tell you he’s a welder. But that would only be because he makes his livin’ doin’ welding. Working in a nondescript, dusty, little metal building (how appropriate). Naturally it’s filled with steel stock, welding machines, hand tools, oxygen and acetylene tanks.
Dust and sparks and cigarette smoke fill the air (keeps the art critics at bay) while he toils in solitary (confinement). I’ve watched on occasion as he makes his living. He’s a very good welder, probably even excellent?
But should you ever stop by his “welding” shop? As you stand amidst the clutter, gazing about, beware! There’s “Art” all around you.
Look up! There, along the upper reaches of the surrounding tin walls (closer to heaven?) stretch utilitarian metal shelves. Laden with the dust created by his paid work, stands a congregation of diminutive sculptures surrounding you! Size is relative, their emotional impact never fails to overwhelm me!
Each one is little more than skillfully bent steel rods. But clearly formed by (something) more than electricity and a master welders consummate skills.
These sculptures are “Art” (capital “A”, on purpose). ‘Cuz I know it..., when I “Feel” it!
I stop by every now and then, to do just that. The welder (artist) thinks I stop by merely to waste his time in idle conversation (which I also enjoy). In reality? The “Art” in that little shop rekindles me each time I drop by.
My only complaint? Might be the way it’s (not) displayed . Small in scale, there’s no way to see and “feel” (not touch) them, without taking them down from the shelf.
You’ve gotta crane yer neck up to view these little creations of unadulterated emotion! Wont to do this at each visit, I don’t. Seems an invasion of private places, to need to touch these little master works?
Alas, I’m left gazing (and feeling) from afar.
“I Don’t Know About You..., Even when it’s found nearby, I’m still left wishing “Art” was more accessible.
Cal Teeple, Found at www.wayneindependent.com/cal Or At: calteeple@gmail.com He may sometimes be found closer? Often three stools down, the founder of the Observational Cogitation Consortium may be ignored, accosted or contacted in any of these places.
I’m not sure what “Art” is? I just know it when I see it. And I’m sure, when I feel it (kinda like pornography). I recognize it when I’m in a museum (usually). It’s easier then, it surrounding me (and my having paid to go in and look it over).
If any are displayed, I’m always drawn to the Renoirs and Monets. I’ll gen’rally take awhile studyin’ the Manets and Degas’ too? Their use of light, the way they seem able to control that light in their pictures simply mesmerizes me. Their gauzy, “caught in time” scenes (and scenery) transforms the mundane into something otherworldly (Art).
I refer to ‘em as pictures, because even though they’re paint on canvas, they captured those scenes more effectively than any photograph.
Come to think of it photography didn’t come along much before them? We call photographs “art” nowdays, don’t we? Guess that makes some picture snappers “artists” doesn’t it? That may be, but I don’t see the comparison.
Those folks I mentioned first have given us something “more” than something to simply gaze upon. Something their inspiration (and skill) created, causes us to “feel” it. “Some thing” that affects us through our senses that only begins with the act of “seeing”.
The only other “art” I’ve been in contact with, that can do this so effectively, is sculpture. Sculpture often hits you on a grand scale. It overwhelms from a distance, and again, not just through the act of “seeing”.
The masters of paint and canvas, stone or marble created marvels. Our senses are left with the “feeling” of it. Our eyes have played their part only for the “introduction” of it, to us
We often travel distances to a museum when we have time and inclination to enjoy art (or not)? But “art” can appear in the most unlikely of places and circumstances.
I have a (shirttail) cousin who’s son created drawings that captured everyday objects in unusual ways, that left profound feelings of pleasure in me. A niece creates sketches and drawings of animals and people (well, relatives) that carry the light of life on their penciled countenances.
Then there’s a buddy of mine (might not be, after he reads this?) who sculpts with scant few, slender little rods of steel.
He utilizes a little flat piece as a base, so the sculptures have something to stand on (doesn’t really count in my eyes). Starting with only a few, short pieces of cold steel rod (and an artists inspiration) he creates..., emotion.
He doesn’t do this (necessarily) for public consumption or “viewing”. He does it, because he’s an artist.
Oh, he might tell you he’s a welder. But that would only be because he makes his livin’ doin’ welding. Working in a nondescript, dusty, little metal building (how appropriate). Naturally it’s filled with steel stock, welding machines, hand tools, oxygen and acetylene tanks.
Dust and sparks and cigarette smoke fill the air (keeps the art critics at bay) while he toils in solitary (confinement). I’ve watched on occasion as he makes his living. He’s a very good welder, probably even excellent?
But should you ever stop by his “welding” shop? As you stand amidst the clutter, gazing about, beware! There’s “Art” all around you.
Look up! There, along the upper reaches of the surrounding tin walls (closer to heaven?) stretch utilitarian metal shelves. Laden with the dust created by his paid work, stands a congregation of diminutive sculptures surrounding you! Size is relative, their emotional impact never fails to overwhelm me!
Each one is little more than skillfully bent steel rods. But clearly formed by (something) more than electricity and a master welders consummate skills.
These sculptures are “Art” (capital “A”, on purpose). ‘Cuz I know it..., when I “Feel” it!
I stop by every now and then, to do just that. The welder (artist) thinks I stop by merely to waste his time in idle conversation (which I also enjoy). In reality? The “Art” in that little shop rekindles me each time I drop by.
My only complaint? Might be the way it’s (not) displayed . Small in scale, there’s no way to see and “feel” (not touch) them, without taking them down from the shelf.
You’ve gotta crane yer neck up to view these little creations of unadulterated emotion! Wont to do this at each visit, I don’t. Seems an invasion of private places, to need to touch these little master works?
Alas, I’m left gazing (and feeling) from afar.
“I Don’t Know About You..., Even when it’s found nearby, I’m still left wishing “Art” was more accessible.
Cal Teeple, Found at www.wayneindependent.com/cal Or At: calteeple@gmail.com He may sometimes be found closer? Often three stools down, the founder of the Observational Cogitation Consortium may be ignored, accosted or contacted in any of these places.
