I’m sitting here burning my lips on some really hot coffee, and I’m confident that you want to know this.
I’m thinking about the internet’s social network sites, and art, and realizing that they serve the same function for me.
They both address the same question I crave to have answered.
This is the reason I care about art – This is the burning, ultimate question I have always had, and passionately seek to have answered …
… what’s it like being you??
I think solving this mystery is the pot of gold that stalkers are after, this is what great poets manage to give you in little tantalizing bits, this is what mimes are doing too, I suppose, though I wish they would stop it already.
The big difference between permanent art, and social network yakking and performance art is that “permanent” art is capable of being communion with all generations after the art is created. This is way cool to think about. Your art will be broadcasting its statement to people long after you, the creator, are gone!
So my personal definition of “art” is that it is something that speaks to everyone, for all generations after it is made, about who you are as a unique creature on the planet. This definition of art conveniently includes my Windstone pieces, which are technically schlock, according to fine art collectors… Not by my definition though. Even though Windstones are produced en-mass, and sold and traded like baseball cards, They are still truly my personal statement about who I am as a person. I feel comfortable on the shelf. I do have a large rump. Those dragon’s eyes are actually me checking out your living quarters. Gad , don’t you ever make your bed??
Maya’s sculptures are right up there with Michelangelo’s David in my book.
So, you as an artist; what does your art say about you to all generations to come?