that's funny I can so relate. I've had songs, movies, paintings, any art in general suddenly have the meanings and themes open up. Why because someone asks me what's this about. And the weird thing is sometimes it's pieces that have actively perplexed me for years. But somehow trying to explain it to another person in the simplest but honest terms cracks the mystery.
It's kind of like being in a version of Wonderland, full of strange surrealistic and wonderful things. It's highly interactive, like the woolly mammoth skeleton that one can play like a xylophone, or transformative like the ordinary 50's era refrigerator in the kitchen, which when opened reveals a passageway to the embarkation center for the multiverse. It's a maze of various environments and the detail is enthalling. The presentation goes much deeper than what you see at first glance, it invites closer and closer inspection.
When I was in Paris I visited the Musée Marmottan Monet which has the largest collection of Monet's water lilly paintings. They are truly immersive and the viewing space is supportive of relaxed contemplation. That, and getting a guided introduction to the red light district of Pigalle, were two of my favorite experiences of Paris.
Yes, and how would you define these?
When I used to lecture on this, I would liken the motives for making art to be like my hamster, Scrumpy. When I was a kid I used to watch Scrumpy drag and rub his butt on everything in the cage. I thought that he must have just had the itchiest butt ever. Then, when Scrumpy jumped the mortal coil, and was buried in a matchbox, I got a new hamsters, who spent days smelling around in the cage. I think of motives to make art as like Scrumpy rubbing his butt around on the cage. We do this so as to give the next hamster something to remember us by.
This is ANALogy at his finest , couldn’t rephrase that in a better way . Now i understand why so many artist love to smell their own fart , just like a cook tasting his own dishes. (Don’t mind my grammar?)When I used to lecture on this, I would liken the motives for making art to be like my hamster, Scrumpy. When I was a kid I used to watch Scrumpy drag and rub his butt on everything in the cage. I thought that he must have just had the itchiest butt ever. Then, when Scrumpy jumped the mortal coil, and was buried in a matchbox, I got a new hamsters, who spent days smelling around in the cage. I think of motives to make art as like Scrumpy rubbing his butt around on the cage. We do this so as to give the next hamster something to remember us by.
Did you purposely leave out anyone and everyone from the year dot up until the 20th Century?
I don't know his work at all. Just a quick google look and I think he is just a nitche artists for the Fantasy folks. Probably makes more money selling posters than canvas.
Ah, my bad. Wrong "artiste". Yes, Kinkade is as you describe. I was thinking of the guy who put lots of wide eyed things on black canvas. Ooops, woman. Here's an example among 1,354,287 similar pieces.
