What's good has nothing to do personal taste. Taste is required to discern between what's good and what's not, but even if it's not to personal taste it can still be recognised as good. Conversely, it can be recognised as bad, but still appealing to personal taste. — Throng
As the only museum dedicated to bringing the worst of art to the widest of audiences we felt morally compelled to explore new, more creative ways of bringing this priceless collection of quality bad art to a global audience. Another Boston-area cultural institution, Dedham Community Theatre, generously allowed MOBA the use of their basement. Our first permanent gallery is now conveniently located just outside the men’s room in a 1927 movie theatre. The ambience created such a convivial atmosphere, that when we went looking for a second location, the only place that was up to our quality standards was another theatre basement. The Somerville Theater in Davis Square, Somerville MA is now our second gallery.
What is bad art then in this context? Well, if we consider the function of art is to disturb us in a wonderful way then art which does not function or cannot reasonably function in that way is bad art no matter how aesthetically pleasing it might be, and art which does function effectively in that way is good art no matter how banal or unaesthetic its form is. — Baden
But now that it's finally here, we can set the nitpicking aside and concentrate on the fact that it's unpleasant to look at and conceptually incoherent. Basically, the thing is a big rock with the middle sliced out and slid forward. Into that middle slice, a lazily unfinished visage of King has been sculpted, with his legs and back blending into undifferentiated rock like he's the victim of a transporter mishap on Star Trek. The tableau is inspired by a quote from the "I Have a Dream" speech: "With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope." So King is trapped in the stone of hope, apparently, even though he talked about hewing said stone, which would mean he is hewing himself? And then the big white rocks behind him are mountains of despair, which are strange things to memorialize in stone.
"With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope." So King is trapped in the stone of hope, apparently, even though he talked about hewing said stone, which would mean he is hewing himself? And then the big white rocks behind him are mountains of despair, which are strange things to memorialize in stone. — Cavacava
What's great about this country is that America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest. You can be watching TV and see Coca-Cola, and you know that the President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke, too. A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the Cokes are the same and all the Cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it.
I don't exactly agree. 'good taste' in art is related to culture, or 'being cultured', which a condition of culture, I suppose, but there is also an element of truth, sincerity and being genuine - this notion of being true to one's self and producing honest expressions - as opposed to appealing to popularity. — Throng
This blend of culture. Being of the culture requires being brought up in the culture, and being cultured is the ability to recognize both honesty and prowess of artistic expression. This is well demonstrated in hip hop culture where Azaelia Banks and Iggy Azalia represent the 'true artist' and the fake one - and despite personal taste, Banks is 'good art' because she is of the culture and others of the culture can tell her expressions are honest, or 'true to life', whereas Iggy is merely popular because she she can imitate hip hop well. — Throng
Some say, and I argue against this, that hip hop has a long tradition going back to the blues (though I've never seen any hip-hopper shred on the guitar) - and I know hip hop was originally a 'party trick' that came out of New York street parties - an offshoot of DJing, really, and emerged in disco as a way to becoming the genre it became - but it is loosely connected to Black American culture none-the-less. There are fantastic white blues men, though, so due to the length of history, the art becomes 'American', and branches into various genres, which is great, but has been perverted, as all things are, into mere production, where popularity trumps truthfulness - hence the saying, 'sell out'. — Throng
I have this problem in philosophy where its like mud, and getting bogged in questions like what is culture. It is a subtle concept steeped in social emblems, but it's one that we're familiar with because we are all part of cultural paradigms with particular norms and acceptable behaviors. It's something we have a sense for because we are entwined with it. We know that shaking hands is an acceptable greeting behavior, for example. It is dynamic but tends to have some form of inter-generational tradition. — Throng
The 'hip hop' of my day was a street culture thing found its way into in disco (and I remember a Blondie (dang white girl; still a New Yorker, though) song rapping about men from mars eating cars), and rap was probably established as a popular music genre by the Grand Master Flash. The next generation carried on with break-dance and, no doubt, other cultural artifacts, but hell, I was into rock music, which is most certainly a blues derivative, and to this day, rockers shred — Throng
The music, clothing and turns of phrase and other peculiarities create sub-cultures such as rockers and rappers of the early 80s, and there was some consensus between rockers of the day about which bands were really rocking, so we have this sheer knowledge, whether you like it of not, Ritchie Blackmore is spectacular, and despite anyone's personal taste, the man produces great art. Now, when I hear rap, I can hear the quality in the same way as I hear Ritchie Blackmore, and discern who's really off the wall and who's a mere poster boy. I don't like the genre, mainly because it just ain't rock and roll, and so much of it is production, it is only arguably music, but the rare exception is gold. — Throng
I understand people are precious about their personal taste, but if Hendrix is a great artist in anyone's book, and I don't know a soul who would deny that - then there is good art. It doesn't matter if one likes Hendrix music or not. There's the fact that his art is great. What makes it great is beyond technical skill. It conveys a form of truth, honesty, integrity and some sense of the soul. I don't like it enough to buy a Hendrix album, but I know it's the salt of the earth, and I recognise its fine artistry, not as an opinion or as a matter of authority, but as something undeniable. — Throng
I don't understand DJ music, and it seems to me 'the band isn't there'. Its akin to taking a lot of other people's paintings and arranging them very cleverly, and I appreciate the skill and even the aspiration of DJ's to become musicians. Kiss, on the other, have a finger on the fret board with every nuance of sound. — Throng
Warhol's laconic "Art is what you can get away with" I think was directed at Duchamp's use of readymades. — Cavacava
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