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Wednesday, December 15, 2021

The Great Authentic Lie or Forget Sartre

 

The Great Authentic Lie or Forget Sartre

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Frank Hurley|Public Domain

Monday, December 13, 2021

How to Objectively Judge Art

 

How to Objectively Judge Art

Like many, I have often wondered the extent to which certain art is better than other art. This is commonplace for consumers of art. Like the clothes you wear or the way you talk, the type of art you consume tells something about yourself. It is for this reason that arguments about the merits of art can be vitriolic to many. It is personal. But how can we objectively determine the quality of art? To many, this may seem a pompous or trivial task. These people will quickly assert that the value of art is subjective, and every individual has their own evaluations. But I could also say that in my subjective opinion smoking cigarettes is not unhealthy but actually healthy because it helps me distress or that taking a vaccine for a disease is dangerous because some of my family members had negative reactions to the vaccine, but both of those statements would be absurd as universal proclamations and would not be taken seriously as it is not accurate to all humans. Just as we determine the merits of designs of buildings, cures for diseases, aeroplane engineering, and all other inventions and fields, by how effective they are, we can determine the value of art to a degree of objectivity. But many may find art as too abstract to equate to those previously mentioned topics. How can we equate an influential painting or music composition to an influential new antibiotic or innovation for airplane safety? We can do this, but we must first understand the importance of art.

In his book What is Art Russian novelist, Leo Tolstoy stated that “Art begins when a man, with the purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs”. This is a broad definition of art which I will use in this article and artist will be anyone: author, poet, painter, film-maker, sculptor, musician, etc who creates art. Furthermore, this conceptualization of art does not give credence to notions of aesthetics or Platonic idealism, notions of ideal shapes and representations, but rather the emotional weight art has. As any Shakespearean play demonstrates, good art tells us something about humanity, about experiences. They tell us we are not alone in these thoughts. The value of art is in many ways a recording of humanity. Judging art through a ridged lens of aesthetics and idealism is not a good method to assess art. Though many aesthetic principles may correspond with artistic worth, there are striking outliers. An example is Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band’s Trout Mask Replica, a chaotic album played without of tune instruments, clashing tempos and dejected poorly recorded vocals. To many, it is one of the best albums of the 20th century. Art is meant to explore the human condition.

So how can we measure the value of art? The judgment of humans is the only way to objectively ascertain the value of anything. The way art is assessed is with time. Just as other inventions and innovations are assessed through their longevity and their influence (which is an auxiliary indicator of longevity), we can assess art through how long it has existed and how popular and influential it is today. The extent to which art succeeds in communicating human experiences will be judged in time by humans. Art that is currently the most popular such as bestseller books or Billboard top hits have not existed for long enough, which is why one should only tentatively assert their superiority. Yes, Drake may be top of the Billboard and the most streamed artist on Spotify but what will his legacy be in 50 years or 100 years. Will he have schools and institutions devoted to his music; will he have movies made about him? Will he be a household name like Beethoven or Mozart? Will he be assessed as a pioneer in his field as Davis or The Velvet Underground? Only time can tell. The value of current art must always be compared to previous art. Like most physical traits, the value of art follows a normal distribution. You can create constraints and measure any period or type of art that is produced, the value will always have a relatively normal distribution. That is not to say there are not periods in history with barren art just as there are countries with shorter people, the distribution will still be close to normal if we assess these periods. To assess the value of art we must compare it to all art that has existed and craft a normal distribution based on influence, relevancy, and how long the art has existed.

Much like the significance of scientific theories and frameworks fluctuate, so does the value of an artistic work, in a continuous self-regulating cycle of human judgement. Art that may be regarded as exceptional today may be forgotten in the future. It is for this reason that art criticism is an important and tricky profession. It takes a certain amount of forecasting and historical knowledge to be able to accurately ascertain the value of art. Blunders in this field can be seen with the numerous underappreciated works of art that turned out to be masterpieces, as well as the trend of initially overpraised art slowly forgotten in time. Current art is compared to older art and the value of the artwork regulates itself through human judgement. However, everyone’s judgement is subjective, yet the true value of art can be sieved through time and collective judgement.

Furthermore, today the valuation of artistic worth can become tainted by extraneous corporate interests, social hype and cult of personality. Cult of personality and legend have long existed in art, but previously this typically referred to characters in stories, shown by the medieval obsession with Arthurian Legend and Chivalry, and the Legends of the Wendigo told by Native Americans. Today rather than legends and stories, individual artists get more attention, and whether this is warranted or not is another discussion, but this does permit too often a new commercial encroachment into art. Insulating as best as one can from these temporary factors should be on the mind of art critics. However, on the contrary, it would be antithetical to the previously established notion of art to assess art in a sterile sense with little understanding of the artists own condition or impact. Why would you disregard Van Gogh’s mental state when examining his artwork? Or the political turmoil of Florentine society expressed in Dante’s “Divine Comedy”? Art is objectively assessed by humans and created by humans and the artist should not be separated by the art. Likewise, art should be contextualized and the artists and the movements they belong to should be evaluated for their predicted longevity and influence. This makes assessing art from the present more difficult than assessing art from the past, as we can already establish to a degree to how influential a work is from the past by documenting it’s present influence. That being said to enjoy “guilty pleasures” or art that is not as common (or too common) is not necessarily a sign that you are consuming objectively bad art, but rather that you are as an individual asserting your right to value art in your own subjective viewpoint, which in turn can influence the objective value of art as seen through all humans.

The Legend of Grand Nan Gwenhilda


 




Boggarts were said to come out during the hottest days. At least the old folk of Perrybrook thought so. During the winter it was too cold for the spirits, so they hibernated under lakes and streams, and the ancient glaciers and mountains. But once the ice melted and the heat grew, the boggarts became restless. This was one of those days.

The night was silent. Peter Pyman and his little sister Patsy were spending the night at their Grand Nan’s cottage on the banks of the Perrybrook river. They had just finished a filling supper of quail stew and scalloped potatoes and were preparing for dessert and tea, which was always accompanied by one of Grand Nan’s stories. The children sat down on furred carpets in the living room with chamomile honey tea and a tray of pixie cream pastries. They loved coming over to Grand Nan’s because it meant they could eat as much as they liked and listen to her never-ending collection of stories, on the exception that they did the dishes, which they always gladly did.

Tonight, the story was of Leona the lost princess, who with the help of the gnomes and dwarves founded the underground caverns lying beneath Perrybrook today. But they did not get through much of the story.

Cutting through the calm night, a sound of soft persistent scratching came from the front door of the cottage. The scratching grew to heavy scrapes and pounding on the wooden door.

“Grand Nan, what’s happening?” Peter whispered with pastries still in his mouth.

“They are here,” Grand Nan said, rolling her eyes.

“Who? The gnomes and dwarves?” Peter said as he and his sister began to cower amongst each other.

“No, little Peter. The boggarts, those pesky little devils. It’s been a hot day. Remember what I told you last week? You have no reason to fear them unless you are fearful”

From outside, garbled noises added to the disarray till the noises converged to a booming beast-like voice. “OPEN UP! OH, NANNY GWENHILDA, OPEN UP!”

“Never!” Grand Nan yelled, with ire in her voice, “Long have you despicable boggarts been a nuisance to me. Every summer you’ve plundered my garden and caused problems! Leave this home and go back to the wilderness!”

“OH, GWENHILDA, WE JUST WANT TO SAY HELLO AND MAYBE TRY SOME OF THOSE PASTRIES YOU BAKE. WE KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT. WE CAN SMELL THEM.” Peter and Patsy looked at each other nervously as they each chewed their cakes, pixie cream covering their hands and faces.

“You will not enter, you great oafs! Get that through your coarse heads. These cakes are not for you. I say once more, begone to the wilderness!” A chaotic laugh of yelps and howls ensued followed by a more sinister sound of approaching clawing and stamping on the roof of the house.

“Grand Nan, I think they are coming down the chimney” Patsy squeaked.

Grand Nan still sitting in her chair, yelled something in a foreign language, and instantly the fireplace lit and the scraping noises echoing down the chimney turned to frenzied screams.

“OOUH OW! AHH! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, GWENHILDA,” the booming Boggart’s voice sounded from the outside. “WE WILL COME IN. HE SENT US AND WE WILL HAVE OUR CAKES.” The sound of shattering glass followed, and groping hands, dark like a colorless abyss entered the broken window.

Grand Nan instantly stood up and seemed much taller than before. Her shoulders were broader, and her feet were planted in a wide stance on the floor. In her right hand, she held a peculiar wooden quarterstaff that Peter and Patsy had never seen before and in her left hand she held an equally peculiar lantern with light holes engraved in exotic patterns and text. Peter and Patsy had not seen her retrieve these items, but they were so frightened it was the least of their concerns.

“You have caused more than a nuisance this time. It’s time I teach you and your kind some manners.” The lantern began to glow with intense white light and wind began to blow in Grand Nan’s cottage.

What transpired next was more exciting than any fireside story Peter and Patsy could ever hear and was a tale they would tell their grandchildren. It would pass on through generations. That night fire, light, and darkness were said to have dueled and portals to worlds previously sealed were torn open for all to see. Peter and Patsy were not the only observers of this incident, but they were key figures. Some stories even painted them as the precocious children who defended the town from boggarts with their youthful wit. But in all the versions of the stories the feats of Grand Nan were voiced the strongest. Throughout Perrybrook these tales were told for so long they became folklore and as generations passed people believed them to be nothing more than a story. But still there remained a staunch few who were adamant about its veracity.

Friday, December 10, 2021

Kronos Ode

 Kronos Ode


Bearded fellow

Grand and mellow

Clocks upon the pages


Rise and shine

A prayer aside 

You’ve lit the light of sages


Black and white

You are no fright

Every curtain changes


Your scythe whet sharp

The angels harp

Sounds upon the ages 







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