There are many art forms other than graphical, model and electronic.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
Psalm 139:13-16 |
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The only reason he had entered the art gallery in the first place was for the air-conditioning. It was a way of passing some time without the road melting under his feet. Not really one who appreciated art, he wandered around looking at that framed blob of poster-paints, this enlarged Kindergarten sketch, here a mess of twisted mains cable with the insulation removed, entitled to make one believe it was erotic. The architecture was pleasant, and of course to his engineering mind it made sense that such a vacant building should have climate control, for these priceless - what is the difference between priceless and worthless? - works of art must be kept in good condition for all the people who might one day come to appreciate them. Yes the architecture was pleasant: clean solid white walls, windows and skylights adding daylight to the whiteness of the rooms; and an inconspicuous dark carpet. And around one corner on the second floor, with his back to the window over the main street, he stood looking at a piece of art for twenty minutes. It was just two pieces of similar rough sackcloth painted white in identical turquoise frames. Artists in the latest Italian fashions took one glance at this piece of art, scoffed, walked off. Thirty - forty minutes. A piece of art so simple yet so profound, for, woven under the fabric of the cloth, and barely noticeable except with the light falling in exactly the right way, a fine thread described a twirl, a scribble, a picture different in each frame. What those pictures were, he never knew, nor did he care. That two identical images could contain two different themes was art enough - and the "real" artists had passed this one by. true event, 1990, Justin Watkins |
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