and I am not so sure I agree.
Assuming (Vito Acconci taught me to use this word) we all know Taste is Subjectivity’s BFF, assuming we are not talking about art as relational aesthetics and assuming we anyway are somewhat on the same page, Imma press some buttons-
Looking through works by my favorite visual and musical artists at the moment I stop and realize, the stuff is rather ugly, it is not what you want to have around, it has a different function- it is definitely in movement- it is more like stuff that is worth studying, that makes you curious because you are not acquainted with the experience you are having with it, difference is what feeds the imagination.
Good taste takes itself too seriously. Bad taste at least can be funny.
The End of Art. That means if we manage to surround ourselves with pleasantly arranged things, elegant and beautiful combinations, we have succeeded in stomping over the possibility for change, for communication, expression, movement- that means we have killed the only hope for hope, i.e. Art.
Rough edges are more like Art than clean ones. Clean-edge sounds like scientology, like they leave a trail of the inert and go by their alien ways unchecked.
When you start a painting the last thing is the sofa. If the sofa were in the mind, then that would be the subject matter.
Everyone is constantly elaborating on codes. But the most boring party is the one where everyone wears black.
Costumes are great because they are ridiculous. Bad taste is definitely Art.
The thing is good taste is well like drinking really icy cold champagne, it tastes good.
It tastes good to stand in front of a room filled with Joelle Tuerlinckx’ souvenirs. She has such an icy cold champagne way to converse with space and with the stuff, she establishes clear relationships, no matter how minute. She reminds me that life is like a drawing, just a thing with things on it. The relationships in her works are much like leaves on a tree seem to touch the sky.
The only thing with her, is the one time I heard her speak, she was way too apologetic. Whoops Tangent-
Art, just a major magnetic second.
That Shakespeare Queen from Hamlet, in rushing someone said ”more matter with less art!” That really made a strong impression on me. I guess that is why I liked the McLuhan quote. Art IS ornament, extravagance and moving circles around bushes. Art feels like prose style more than story… or eloquence over sofa, just the whole chinese town over Isabella Blow's head.
