The Central Scrutinizer
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Remember, beauty is only skin deep.
But ugly goes all the way to the bone.
But ugly goes all the way to the bone.
My point is this. Lack of physical attractiveness doesn't mean they won't be having and making babies.
Sorry, no. The impediment is without a doubt the constant self-loathing and utter lack of confidence, if your forum personality is anything to go by.Been a pretty damned big impediment for me so far.
As to art....isn't the idea of just trying to find beauty a bit shallow? Shouldn't art provoke thought instead of just being pretty?

Sorry, no. The impediment is without a doubt the constant self-loathing and utter lack of confidence, if your forum personality is anything to go by.But that's not the right thread for this so moving on...
Agreed. Or if not thought, at least emotions. Art is the expression of human emotions, which are not limited to the awe of pretty things.
Damien Hirst is also making us look at something that is mundane, and at the same time holy: Death. Scruton dismisses his art as just an idea without creativity necessary to bring about the artpieces. But he also says that death and love are divine moments, which art then tries to describe in countless poems and paintings. Bear in mind: Death and love are also ideas... What Hirst is showing is death. And how we have difficulty understanding it.
It also occurs to me that we should compare like to like: old buildings/paintings/pieces of music/ books etc which have survived so that we know of them (if not directly then at least as a style) presumably did so because they had merit. I cannot see any reason to suppose that they were not special. Are we to believe that they represented most of what was around in their own time? Were there no trashy books or jerry built buildings? I doubt it.
Claiming that the purpose of art is to create beauty without defining "beauty" (flummery about "the divine" doesn't really do the trick) is pretty woo-wooesque to begin with. Thus one could argue that the very premise of Scruton's argument is flawed.
Again, I also believe that the purpose of art is to stir emotions - and emotions can be both good and bad.
The purposes of art as a monolithic entity (as opposed to mere craft) are multi-faceted. Here are a few which spring to mind:
To create beauty
To express the emotions and/or philosophies of the artist
To provoke the emotions of the viewer
To inspire controversy and debate
To critique society
To depict historical and/or religious events or figures
To be playful and absurd
To worship or honor one's deity
Meanwhile, for every signed urinal, glass of water or stack of bricks presented as "art" in a contemporary gallery, there are thousands of works from the past of surpassing beauty and craftsmanship, which are viewed, daily and globally, in museums and galleries. Those works have not been removed from the modern definition of art, extracted from the continuum of art or eschewed by either the art-viewing public or the art world. They still exist and can be admired, studied and appreciated.
To hear Scruton bemoan the loss of beauty, one might think he's forgotten to check out the Renaissance paintings or the classical sculpture wing at whatever galleries or museums he's been attending.
Ugliness and absurdity, which have dominated some pockets of the contemporary art world since the early 20th century, are not the only styles or approaches available in modern art. There is much being produced out there that is beautiful, that does provoke awe and admiration of craft. If that stuff doesn't get as much press, or is not presented as prominently by gallery owners, it does not mean it doesn't exist.
I suspect Scruton is cherry-picking ugly and silly works just to support his position that beauty has left the art world. A visit to a contemporary art museum, and a perusal of the vast number of styles, techniques and approaches on display, will disabuse anyone of that notion.
Apparently his tactic is worth a lot of money. I think that means it must have relevance.Okay, I liked your post in general, but this entirely rubs me the wrong way. Damien Hirst is the worst hack to hit the art world and make a splash in quite a while. Possibly, in... ever.
He doesn't even do his own art. He has farms of artists, and he takes what he wants and displays it under his own name. God even knows what the actual artists get paid. A hell of a lot less than what that hack does.
When he turned his 'hand' to painting, the result was a horror show, terrible painting.
Hirst doesn't show crap in his works, except everything that is currently wrong with the art field. He's a sue-happy hack.
Well, yes, but some fail to really do any of those, except maybe via an "Emperor's New Clothes" effect.
E.g., that painting that resembled a Tetris game-over screenshot, well, what emotion or critique was I supposed to get from there? (I'll assume that the others don't apply, since I don't see how.) I suppose that as a gamer who knows Tetris, I could take it to represent futility (we all lose the game sooner or later) or the unfairness of life (since a full row hadn't been removed) or both. But I don't think that's what the artist had in mind as a target demographic, so I'm probably just bringing my own ideas to it. So what emotion or critique are to be conveyed by a grid painted in 5 colours?
That artist who filled a small gallery with _only_ sheets of paper painted with broad-brushed colour swishes and variations thereof. What's it supposed to critique? Art? The establishment? Paper? And was it _really_ necessary to make that point two dozen times? Or maybe, you know, Occam's Razor and all... maybe that's all he can paint.
That doesn't mean one can express dismay at the present or at any other period.
I mean, by that token, when Petrarca coined the infamous "dark ages" meme, the writings of antiquity hadn't all been destroyed yet.
Plus, from another point of view, I don't have the Renaissance paintings shoved in my face, while some modern art _is_ pretty much shoved in everyone's face. When a city displays some twisted sheet metal as a statue in a major crossroad, or a company adorns its walls with reproductions of famous brush-swishes and its front lawn with a stamped sheet-metal monstrosity... well, you have pretty much no choice but to see them. Daily.
As someone already said, some of those would count as vandalism outside of a gallery, if they weren't paid for "works of art".
And then there's architecture, since he mentions that too. You can't ignore that as you navigate your way to work, since, well, that's how you know where you are and when to make that left turn. And there are whole styles nowadays -- brutalism being probably the biggest offender -- which ought to count as vandalism.
See above.
And I think that's a reason to bemoan it by itself. It's not like people who can paint or sculpt like a Michelangelo have gone extinct, and I don't think anyone believes that. I don't think that's the point he's making, at least. He's saying that we're turning our collective back on beauty, not that it's absolutely gone extinct. It's not become completely extinct, but it's become _unfashionable_.
I think the best criticism is actually Han van Meegeren's work. The exact same painting style which passed for a genuine Vermeer, and got acclaimed to heck and back when signed "Vermeer", was brutally panned when it was signed with his own name and dated as a 20'th century work. And when it became known which of them are forgeries, again you see curators and critics in interviews going, basically, "yeah, well, it wouldn't have fooled _me_. You can see those are teh ugly stuff, unlike the real Vermeer paintings."
I couldn't possibly illustrate it better than _that_.
I think the point is that ugly and silly works have become the norm. The show has been stolen by the hacks who sign an urinal, and by... well, those who play a modernized version of the townsfolk in the Emperor's New Clothes story. The art world equivalent of the "audiophiles" who hear how much better something sounds with a wooden volume knob, just because all the other superior people hear it too.