There is a television commercial in regular rotation these days that bugs me.
(That is usually the case, but let me vent a bit about the latest example).
A woman is talking into her cell phone while standing in front of a wall of paintings. Some of the paintings are kitschy, some are rather surrealist so far as we can tell at our quick glance. NONE of them is abstract.
Woman says, "I just love abstract art. I don't understand it, but I love it."
Huh? Can someone explain this to me? I neither love this scene nor understand it. Are we supposed to regard the art behind her as her collection, which she has amassed because of this love? Or is she at a museum, and the title she gives this art is due to the curators?
Were the set designers for this shot too lazy to find anything at all abstract? Or is the mismatch between words and background somehow the point of the scene?
I am agog.
The above image, BTW, is abstract art. Jackson Pollock, Fathom-Five.
This may not help much: abstract art is in the eye of the artiste. Personally, that does nothing for me. Sure, I am old-fashioned. I don't want to think too hard when viewing works of art. Don't care to speculate on whether the artist was tortured, troubled or otherwise infirmed. So, no, cubism does not move me either. Art afficionados like to air out their egos...to appear "with it".
ReplyDeleteSuch pretense is a yawner for meself. Hope this helps.