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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Recycled Beauty
How is it that the world is so full of fantastic majesty and beauty, in nature as well as in art and architecture, in humanity and the animal kingdom, and yet it seems as if we have run out of new ways to express that. It seems to me that this era is a hard time to be an artist, because it's impossible not to feel as if you're recycling someone else's art, someone else's beauty.
It simultaneously seems that all my thoughts have been thought before me, and that no one has ever thought the things I think, the way I think them.
They say the human mind is limitless.... I wonder how long it will be before we find new ways to express beauty, or if we will just continue copying the generations before us. Kendall's humanities teacher last year started the class with the statement, "Art is Dead". When he first told me that, I thought his teacher was crazy, but the more I ponder it the more true I find it. Hopefully, I'm wrong.
It simultaneously seems that all my thoughts have been thought before me, and that no one has ever thought the things I think, the way I think them.
They say the human mind is limitless.... I wonder how long it will be before we find new ways to express beauty, or if we will just continue copying the generations before us. Kendall's humanities teacher last year started the class with the statement, "Art is Dead". When he first told me that, I thought his teacher was crazy, but the more I ponder it the more true I find it. Hopefully, I'm wrong.
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