I was thinking about art the other day. The word that is.
Art existed in 1932. Does it exist now, research might show that it does not. Has art subverted intself to the point that it no longer, in a pure form, exists. If it doesn't exist, then what are we all playing at? Is it some subverted sub construct of a once noble thing. Why do we have to explain what our art is by placing a pronoun before the word that it's all about. Wow, I write that and there is almost a worshipping connertation to the image conjoured in my mind. OK, art is what ever you now want it to be. I'm happy with that. I might be happy with that, but what of those that already have more time with it than me, art and it's constructs that is, what might they think of it. Agh, but hang on, with a conversation hanging just as a 2 dimensional memory, the third party merely picks up on rumours. So how does anything ever really get communicated and thoughts provoked. Agh , I see, art doesn't exist.
