Any one person’s attempt to define Art would undoubtably be different from any other person’s. Since this is not a research paper I did not consult the dictionary or Sister Wendy. It’s just hard to define. All I can say for sure about it is that someone had to make it. Which could equally apply to a plastic Parsons Table circa 1970 or a Rodin sculpture. Then there’s the question about whether or not it has to be designed or executed by a human. Are the paint spatterings of a chimp art? Do images randomly generated by a computer count?
Careful- you don’t know how the computer feels about that issue.
The bottom line is that it’s usually about how it makes us feel. If it ignites something in the beholder. If it allows one a glimpse into the mind and soul of the artist. If through the work we can share however remotely in another’s experience of being human. It makes one feel both a separate individual with unique perceptions and a member of a group with shared experience.
Well, I know how I feel about this:
Since the artist is not human I can only guess what was in her mind when she created this. I only know that this was accomplished very shortly after I left for California. This was not a shared experience although I provided the medium- a new scratching pad- before I left. I don’t normally have to put out a new one for at least 6 months but this time the muse struck and the damage work was created in a mere 2 weeks. I am making the assumption that she was bored.
Which makes me wonder: How much great Art was produced solely because the artist was bored?
I tinker all the time with this and that when I’m bored. Sometimes something worthwhile comes out of it. Sometimes it’s just a pastime with nothing to show for it. Sometimes the result is interesting but I can’t decide on an application for it at the time. Usually I get tired of looking at it, storing it, feeling guilty that I spent time and materials on something I’ve never used and then it gets tossed or donated or otherwise leaves my possession.
This is one of those things:
That is, the center embroidery is. I was playing around with cross stitch sometime in the 80’s and this was the result. I recall that I just started stitching- no plan or chart, completely randomly until I realized there was a pattern forming. When it got this big I stopped. Really I stopped because I was tired or had to eat or something. It has sat in my embroidery bag for over 25 years until this week I pulled it out and used it to embellish a silk covered box I was making. That box has been on my project list for quite a while. (Though not as long as the embroidery has been waiting to be used.)
I now feel virtuous (it’s recycled) and accomplished (cross that item off the to do list) and oh yeah, artistic.