Occam’s Razor: modern artists know they can’t reproduce the masterpieces of old, so they created modern/abstract art where they and a few equally effete art critics would tell the ordinary person what was good and bad. Only an effete art aficionado would believe that Jackson Pollock’s drippings on canvas was art. Well, I guess it is art....exceptionally, crappy art.
Long ago, I saw this documentary on fractal patterns and if you look at a Pollock painting and break it down into smaller and smaller groupings you can see that there is an order to his splatters; the patterns repeat just as fractals would.
I'm not saying he's great; splatter art usually isn't, but his work actually does show a strange sort of talent that his imitators can't match.
“Let’s say someone is holding a gun to your head and he tells you that you have to do an exact copy of one of these paintings in a week. And one of the paintings is a Norman Rockwell Saturday Evening Post cover and one of the paintings is a Picasso. It doesn’t matter which one, as long as the Picasso is one of the ones that is just a geometric patchwork of painted shapes. So, any Picasso from Cubism onward. The Rockwell can be any Saturday Evening Post cover. Now, with a gun at your head and your life on the line, which one are you going to copy? Exactly. Because pretty much anyone can do it. It takes no talent. It is the Emperor’s New Clothes.”
—Dave Sim
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