Four Manoeuvres
by VD Collective
I’m age… the Grim Reaper said. (That really is the only thing he ever rustled.)
1- SENTENTIOUSLY BUMPTIOUS
Let’s start with generalities. They are so enjoyable. They give off a marvellous smell of coherence and unity. Talking generally about art is both reassuring—it is possible to say what it is—and rewarding—I really know what I am talking about.
This is a treat—and it allows the use of big words.
I must add that big ideas are also very useful if you are caught waiting somewhere for longer than you had anticipated.
They make excellent companions.
Art?
Art is a fart of Truth in the whole absorbing Emptiness.
Translation?
Art is a pun, a twist of some kind (not necessarily refined at all) presenting an instance of truth in the irredeemable lack of (one and one only) finality.
That instance can be a cover-up, a tickle, an advertisement, a tease, an apologia, a double bluff, an adornment, an insult, a reflection, a sneeze even. And it cannot be defined negatively.
Well, what can art not be? Give it a go and be sure that an artist will prove you wrong. This is due to the dissipation of the concept of finality (whose blush left last as it faded away).
And this explains easily why ideas about art do wonders in times of expectation.
They occupy space effortlessly.
2- A PHOTOGRAPHER AND A VENTILATOR
Because life was covered by layers and layers of meaning of absolute density and layers and layers of objects of fleeting pleasures, the little man couldn’t breath deeply anymore. He decided to become an art servant because he thought art would allow him to make holes and become less stifled. As he had some acquaintance with light things, he thought fans would be what he should use to improve his breathing. And, quite quickly, he chose photography.
Experience told the little man that prints made far better fans than sculptures (too encumbering) or paintings (too difficult to wave). He thought of music (wind instruments of course) but realized it was rather difficult to blow yourself in the face.
All this seemingly too troublesome, he opted for simplicity: photoventilation; you could quite simply swish at yourself with a print on good paper.
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