Don’t assume malice. Assume ignorance. Life is easier, the world is kinder, and you can educate. Actual malice is pretty rare, I find.
Always remember Hanlon’s Razor–”Never assume malice when incompetence will suffice as an explanation.”
That’s said, never forget Fred Clark’s Law, either: “Sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice.” There’s a certain point at which ignorance becomes malice–at which there is simply no way to become that ignorant except deliberately and maliciously.
Does op have a brain? Also, do they understand anything about Jackson Pollock?
Nope
abstraction for the sake of abstraction misses the entire fundamental purpose of art which is that it Says Something even if you don’t mean it to Say Something and all pollocks art says is “i have managed to remove all aspects of personality and substance from the process of painting” and 8000 male critics were like OAHAGAGHSB nuts everywhere. anyway purely technique-focused art is fucking boring and anyone in the world could shit out the same thing if they tried for a few hours as opposed to actual good art; when it comes to good abstract art then sure maybe you could replicate the technique easily but the feeling and the message behind it are impossible to duplicate and that’s what makes it interesting and worthwhile.
anyway stan louise nevelson
Adding on to this the only reason pollocks paintings were ever accepted in the art world was because America was trying to propagandize American individualism by pushing the ‘We cherish our avant-garde tortured arteests unlike the FILTHY COMMIES” as if the man’s shit doesn’t look like every painter’s drop cloth. This is also the time where they pushed a lot of graphic type stuff like warhol and basically the entire 60s was the american art worlds “look at me im not like those other white guys” phase
Also pollocks art is so technically trash that it’s literally degrading at a rate that cannot be preserved so it effectively is falling off the canvas lol.
I’ve studied a lot of art history throughout my life, and while I personally do like Pollock’s stuff, it’s worth noting that he would probably not have risen to the same heights if he were female. Gender inequality in art spaces is as blatant as can be, and for every male ‘superhero’ of art, there’s a woman who did the same years earlier, or who was (in some cases) copied by the male artist.
Take, for example, Yayoi Kusama. Kusama created daring and innovative artworks, making them very personal and speaking freely about her mental illnesses and the domestic abuse she endured as a child, painting from the most honest depths of her heart. She was copied by many male artists, who are now revered as being geniuses. Even, at one stage, the wife of a male artist approached her and said, ‘I’m sorry, Yayoi’, because she knew her husband had unashamedly ripped off Kusama’s vision and hard work.
Andy Warhol copied Yayoi Kusama, and didn’t even make an effort to hide it. His Cow Wallpaper piece is a blatant ripoff of Kusama’s Aggregation: One Thousand Boats Show. Kusama put her heart and soul into her art, working with repeating images and polka dots as a method of calming the hallucinations she suffered on a daily basis.
With reference to the art theft of Claes Oldenberg, this article describes the following:
[Oldenberg’s] actions caused Kusama to become deeply depressed. So discouraged by the lack of recognition she received for innovating a new kind of sculpture, Kusama would often lock herself in her studio without coming out for days.
Question what you’re taught. Question the legacies of white male artists, who– in some cases– have profited off the talent of women of colour, like Kusama. Racism and sexism allowed Kusama to be pushed off to the side while men took credit for her creativity, and that same bigotry is going strong today. The objectification of women as pieces of art goes hand-in-hand with the erasure of the female gaze in art.
donna tartt: *writes an entire cautionary book about hubris and characters throwing a bacchanale and then going crazy, losing their friendships, falling apart and destroying the rest of their lives as a result of this decision*
me, immune to critical analysis: i want to throw a bacchanale