AntaresVII
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This whole spiel arises out of my being pissed off by people who say what I listen to isn't "real" music. I'm sick of this bullshit elitism about art, with these pathetic snobs who think they're cultured because they cant appreciate as wide a range of artistic expression as I do. Fuckers want to hide behind all sorts of nonsensical definitions of art that don't stand up to scrutiny, so I've boiled down one that I think actually holds water:
Art is the product of crafted complexity.
Breakdown:
Intentional design: (what is meant by "crafted")
Clouds aren't art because they aren't the product of intent. They may be beautiful, but only by personifying nature to call it something like "nature's/god's art" does it make any sense to call it "art".
— But what about a picture of a cloud? Most would call a good one art, and I'd say it counts because the photographer is intentionally manipulating a tool to record a certain image, meaning the product photograph is one of intentional design. A bad photographer is one who doesn't understand how to get the image they want and so their photos are less artful because they have less intentional design.
— But what if someone takes a picture on accident and it looks really good? Art? — Getting tricky now, I think you can say that the post hoc judgement of the photo as being artful is acceptable as intentioned design, if only as a simplistic good/bad judgement as to whether they keep the photo. In essence I'll allow that art can be "discovered", with something unintentional resulting in a product which the artist chooses to use/retain, that choice being intentional design.
— So what if I accidentally take a picture in a dark room and call the resulting black square "art", eh?
Well, that would be a convenient segue into the next part of the definition:
Complexity:
And that about covers it.
As you can see, I take a very broad view of what can be called art, but qualify it with parameters to quantify artistic quality (which is not necessarily beauty, which is a matter of subjective appreciation).
I'll concede to the dipshits that their favored orchestral symphony is probably a greater work of art than my preferred dubstep track, but I will freeze in hell before I let them claim that it isn't art in it's own right.
Since I started with the whole music thing, and the specific claim of botherance was that [blank] isn't "real" music, not that it isn't art, I'll just give my definition of music as "art in sound" and shut up the one nerd who didn't get the implication.
Thanks for tuning in, folks, this has been the rantings of a guy who finds deathstep beautiful.
See ya' next time, over and out.
Art is the product of crafted complexity.
Breakdown:
Intentional design: (what is meant by "crafted")
Clouds aren't art because they aren't the product of intent. They may be beautiful, but only by personifying nature to call it something like "nature's/god's art" does it make any sense to call it "art".
— But what about a picture of a cloud? Most would call a good one art, and I'd say it counts because the photographer is intentionally manipulating a tool to record a certain image, meaning the product photograph is one of intentional design. A bad photographer is one who doesn't understand how to get the image they want and so their photos are less artful because they have less intentional design.
— But what if someone takes a picture on accident and it looks really good? Art? — Getting tricky now, I think you can say that the post hoc judgement of the photo as being artful is acceptable as intentioned design, if only as a simplistic good/bad judgement as to whether they keep the photo. In essence I'll allow that art can be "discovered", with something unintentional resulting in a product which the artist chooses to use/retain, that choice being intentional design.
— So what if I accidentally take a picture in a dark room and call the resulting black square "art", eh?
Well, that would be a convenient segue into the next part of the definition:
Complexity:
- Art is artful in relation to the degree to which it is intentionally complex. Throwing paint at a canvas results in complexity, but one cant claim that anything more than the mere fact of its complexity is intentional. The pieces that build the complex whole are individually without intent, being left to chance of the unknown ballistics involved in throwing the paint. A picture in a dark room, on the other hand, results in something that is intentional but not complex. You can call a black square art but its art to a very small degree. That is to say, it's not very artful.
- Laying down a white sheet of paper and calling it "art" is fair in my book. There is immense beauty in even the most mundane things, and it is artists in particular who are able to find the world so. But I wouldn't accept the paper's entry to a museum because it's not particularly complexly crafted. It took next to no effort and produced something rather lacking in complex order. A great painting, on the other hand, will be a work of immense complexity, building an image by excruciatingly careful crafting in a way takes far more complex design than taking a good picture of the same sight.
And that about covers it.
As you can see, I take a very broad view of what can be called art, but qualify it with parameters to quantify artistic quality (which is not necessarily beauty, which is a matter of subjective appreciation).
I'll concede to the dipshits that their favored orchestral symphony is probably a greater work of art than my preferred dubstep track, but I will freeze in hell before I let them claim that it isn't art in it's own right.
Since I started with the whole music thing, and the specific claim of botherance was that [blank] isn't "real" music, not that it isn't art, I'll just give my definition of music as "art in sound" and shut up the one nerd who didn't get the implication.
Thanks for tuning in, folks, this has been the rantings of a guy who finds deathstep beautiful.
See ya' next time, over and out.