When I go to an art museum, I want to see the craziest shit they can throw at me. I like looking at the old paintings and seeing the layers of paint and admiring the talent that went into it, but throw something titled Red #2 or Untitled and shit is about to get real. I want to have to figure out if there is actually art there or not. I want to look at the goddamn wall and think it’s art and have the curator tell me that it’s just a wall. I want the curator to tell me a dick joke and then tell me it’s part of an art exhibit. I want to eat pasta and look at paintings of absolutely nothing.

  • peppersky [he/him, any]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    2 months ago

    I love how, more than a century after some French alcoholic put a toilet in an art gallery, artists have been continually asking the question “what is art, really?” only to discover the answer is that high art is a way for bored rich people to simulate meaning in their lives by turning the entire exercise into a contest of personal popularity and ego.

    actually the point of duchamps fountain was to make idiots mad, which it still does a hundred fucking years later

    • HotAtForty [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
      121·
      2 months ago

      Wealthy New York aristocrats using their access to money to insist they’re the edgy cool provocative rebels questioning power does annoy me, it’s true.