Finding Art On The Street
It’s Monday, And My Definition Of Art May Be A Bit Skewed
To my mind art does not have to be a painting hanging in a museum. Sure, that works too. My view of what is art is broad and far ranging.
In my mind, any pursuit informed by one’s heart can be considered Art. Sure it can be painting and sculpture. It can also be cooking, fashion design, and scooter design for that matter. The list is endless.
Many years ago I ran across this unattributed quote . . . “Being an artist is not about what you do, but rather how you live your life.”
I have never forgotten these words, and to this day feel this a valid definition of both art, and being an artist.
There is no doubt in my mind that the twin Italian scooters above are art. I mean come on, they’re Italian after all. Isn’t Italy synonymous with Art? This may be a bit of tongue in cheek humor, but I stand by my definition.
This is a portion of a painting by Andi Jacci, a local Oaxaca artist. The piece is a part of the invitational exhibition of Watermelon paintings in Oaxaca, a tribute to the famed Oaxaca artist, Rufino Tamayo.
I wrote a story about this exhibition, The Watermelons of Oaxaca City.
This unique piece reminds me of Cubism, with all soft rounded edges, an organic cubism. Yes this is a twisted piece of nomenclature, though this is what comes to my mind. If you have a better description, I would love to hear it. Don’t hesitate to leave a comment.
Irregardless of my inability to categorize this piece, I am moved by the intimate flowing forms. There is an intimacy here that only lovers know.
I ran across this altered portrait in a large park yesterday. It looks like it was a lovely, sensuous photograph before it was defiled and defaced. I just don’t understand what goes on the the minds of others sometimes.