Xprimentyl said:
Addendum_Forthcoming said:
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think I see what you did there?
But yeah, while I wouldn?t call minimalism ?offensive,? I certain call a lot of it ?pretentious bullshit.? I?m all for art being a pure form of subjective expression, but shit like Robert Rauschenberg?s White Paintings, which are basically 1% artist effort and 99% observer interpretation, are just absurd. There?re too many truly great works of art that are expressions of another?s self which I find striking and/or moving for me to waste my time digging deep into myself to compensate for a bad artist?s failure to express a cogent idea.
Well more so I was making a joke about how the core designs of minimalism often have to knowingly sacrifice conventional human iterpretations of context and appreciable relations to raw, evocative madness of human alienation to reality... Sort of your comment of 1% Effort - 99% interpretations--but I think it's actually worse than that when you dig under that problem and go deeper.
Minimalism is also basically endpoint modernism, and why postmodernism is clearly the solution to raw consumption to fill the void.
There's only so much Stella's black paintings you can look at before your brain on a physical layer craves colour. Basically minimalism was an intellectual pursuit towards how much non-endearing garbage humans can consume before they need a Wes Anderson
The Life Aquatic. Which is equally trying to be intellectually masturbatory but is approachable and didn't require oneself being fucked by geometrically congruent dimensions. And then minimalists have the fucking gall to pretend like we're the ones who aren't being objective.
Minimalism's garbage also lead to garbage people saying contradictory things like; "I'd rather have a passport full of stamps than a room full of things..." As if commodifying human experience of other peoples and places, while also being insufferable fuckwits that assume that people could even afford or do as such due to either iniquity, responsibility, or simple time. That they truly have a choice and/or a meaningful point of reference if they hadn't, maybe that's the whole fucking reason we express ourselves.
And honestly those types of people piss me off even more than Catholic priests who atleast endorse things like education and introspection and fund naked expressions of spiritually charged artistry.
I'm so fucking sorry I appreciate this bottle of wine and it makes me happier. Clearly my tastebuds and addiction towards consumption as happiness is not so simply good or bad... and fuck y'all if you simply treat it as such, arsehole. I like simply telling myself 'probably not, but likely okay, maybe next year I'll cut down, fuck this my shiraz will get vinegar-y.' I also like the convenient excuse that it means something both on the surface and is a topic of worthy distinguishment if I use it as an inspiration and treat it as entirely human.
It's also like the importance of this human relationship of my guilt and self-excusing, and feeling tinges of worry, paranoia, and a topic of substance dependency
means so much more when an observer looks at it and is like; "Been there, girl."
Sorry I can't or don't feel invested in trying to explain this with my fucking protractor and a single colour in mathematical reference to how much bare canvas I leave.
It's like we're variably distanced souls screaming into the void and trying to prove we're human and maybe that requires vibrancy and context to be meaningful and as deeply empathic as possible to others? You know, maybe...?
Minimalism is intellectual wank pretending to speak to a true core of art while lying to itself both in praxis and inevitably in final production, and fuck those people making an argument of one's humanity while intentionally trying to cheapen its expression and the whole fucking purpose of why you wish to express yourself in the first place. Doubly fuck them when they pretend to speak something and clearly it's my fault for not being a past-mindreader of when they deluded themselves enough to pretend to have a point.
It's basically if bathroom tile design and clinical autism had a child, called it an art movement, and we're meant to pretend there's no problem in social translation or that it's able to form a concise statement or display an appropriate sense of the artist.
If a book tried this you know what it would be called? Shit.
In short, I think you're being overly-charitable about how literally nothing those types of paintings are. It's like mediocrity needed a participatory prize and how late-stage modernism poisoned artistic expression and alienated many people
somehow from even appreciating that alienation. It was art as if from the perspective of ideological acceptance and questioning of what is art, and nothing good survives its own metanarrative as narrative.
The best thing to come out of late-stage modernist movement of things like minimalist VA was postmodernism saying; "Why did you make art shitty?"