Originally posted several years ago — things have changed. And then, nothing has changed. New content — and images of new art — added at the end.
I’ve spent a considerable amount of time lately listening to contemporary artists.
It’s a dizzying task. The world is a crowded place these days — and art as a means of expression and an attempt to make contact has reached epidemic proportions.
Modern art began with the Impressionists. Or about there. Prior to the impressionists, artists painted classical subjects — basically, they either painted portraits, or they illustrated the Bible and a few other classic works of sacred literature including the classical mythologies. But there came a day when artists in the throws of political revolution all around them decided to hold a little revolution of their own and paint from real life. Instead of posed attempts at perfection, they started painting real people — warts and deformities and all. Then they started painting fleeting light. Fleeting smiles. Fleeting glances Fleeting life. It was about the beauty of the moment. …
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