on Philistines and/or Dilettantes

the 'Philistines' pictured on the left are carved into a wall at Medinet Habu - a place near the west bank of the Nile at ancient Thebes. they are depicted there because its Ramses 3s' mortuary temple, and he stopped them invading Egypt around 1200 BC. one of the more famous Philistines was Goliath of Gath - the big guy who went down after being struck by Davids slingshot in a bible story.

There is a more modern variety - defined by the Oxford Dictionary as "a person who is hostile or indifferent to the arts". A recent case of this (2003) was when the Baghdad Antiquities Museum (BAM!) wasn't protected during the invasion and over 7000 pieces remain missing or destroyed. some of these will have pride of place in a safe, on a mantlepiece, in a cupboard or buried in the desert wrapped in a rag.
These 'collectors' are a form of Dilettante.
"A person who cultivates an area of interest, such as the arts, without real commitment or knowledge."

Another form of Dilettante has the wrong idea about art. The acceptance as an artist, or as an artistic observer, seems far more important to them than the making of art. Yet some are hungry to be called an artist. They've put ART on a shelf that is slightly out of reach - their fingertips can just touch it, its agonisingly close, but no stepladder - physical or metaphysical - is going to get them there.

"art is more state of mind than way of life", said Rube Timinger as he explored inner space.

on Sergio Leones' 'the good, the bad, and the ugly'

i first saw 'the good, the bad, and the ugly' at the drive-in cinema as a kid. i've since seen it a hundred times or more and it gets better. i always want it to keep going. it sprawls over the screen, Sergio Leone aided by Ennio Morricones' music and Tonino Delli Collis' photography in what is a true collaboration. you can pause it anywhere and the composition is spot on, its like a million great paintings joined together and called 'film'.

tonally the light filters through a muted dusty palette - glints of colour here and there accentuate a bowl of beans, a shiny button, or a drop of blood. its protagonists are violent and uncomplicated - the tale is a simple and dense meditation on greed, luck and death. Eli Wallach as 'il cattivo' is mesmerising, and i challenge anyone to not call his performance one of the greatest ever on screen. the film is a masterpiece as enigmatic as the "Mona Lisa' or "The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even".

on the interactive Ritual Art of India

 set into a wall or by the side of a road - anywhere for that matter - i once came across a well tendered piece in the middle of a field - Indian ART crosses the borders of religion, myth, cult and magic - and all the while being interactive with passers-by. who, by the nature of worship and habit, will daub some colour on it, or place an object upon the formless that has been given form. this might be a flower or length of string, a bead, or some wax - it will differ from place to place. there is a practical purpose to it, and it has been in use for who knows how many years.


because of this, it galvanises community the way art should. it defies elitism. it doesn't require a museum or a gallery, or even a temple. it is an abstract visualisation of the divine - a communicative link between the known and the unknown.
Anish Kapoor has used such "pathway icons" as his prime inspiration. Minimalist painters like Barnett Newman and Mark Rothko were seeking to open similar discussions on the inner and outer experiences.
but i like the rawness of these - the used quality - and the preservation is ongoing as for the most part they are outside in the elements, exposed to the cosmic intelligence they revere.

on Walker Evans

the image i like of Walker Evans is him driving around the countryside in the southern states of the US, on assignment for the Farm Security Administration in the 1930's. It was never really defined what he was meant to be doing, but what it did do was enable him the freedom to chronicle a form of unofficial decorative art that grew out of a country on its knees.
so in between photographing things like old plantation mansions and deserted agricultural land, he focused on pictures of signs, billboards and storefronts. he passed through hundreds of towns - and the material for his art just presented itself.

his photos have sometimes been called "artless", but how he taps into what is directly in front of him is the art, and the ordinary becomes dreamlike -  because of his choice to take the picture.

on accidental installation #4 - art in motion

the initial idea of moving the cargo from point A to point B via whatever method opens up a process. balance and composition are the vital ingredients at play here, as they are in most artistic endeavours.  the intent is pure as well because the operators of the vehicles are at work, they are making a buck and have no other choice but to do it this way.
Aldous Huxley talks about "the virtue of integrity", which is basically about being honest towards oneself, with particular regard to art. there is a grit and ingenuity in these works that a lot of 'artists' could only hope to touch. they are  natural extensions to the location of an idea - born out of necessity sure - but isn't that how it should be?
                                                                                   

on goya

Goya. you stand in front of a Goya and things happen. first its the light that seems to illuminate from behind the canvas - cutting swathes through the more formalised components. When you stand in front of "The shootings of may 3rd, 1808", pictured here on the left, you cannot help but ride the painting like an ocean swell, its that moving. It occupies a wall to itself in the Prado, Madrid and is large - roughly 9 x 11 ft. It looks like it was painted yesterday.

on beards

beards have become popular again... one theory i had was that because of the lack of privacy perhaps its one way to protect some anonymity? people may wonder what does he really look like underneath the beard? but then i suppose you get recognised because of your beard. when i grow one my face starts to feel heavy, like i am carrying around a small animal.

they follow musical trends as well - the new folk scene seems to produce a lot of them, it gives the artist the look.

manicured and shaped beards are the worst. if you are going to grow one let it be free. don't interrupt the hairs natural flow by getting out the grooming tools and act like you have some prize winning garden on your face. A friend of mine with a large beard said the other day that he saves money on dish-cloths and pot scrubbers by using his facial hair.