Anything that appeals to one's sense of the sublime. A lithographed copy of a can of bad soup or Marilyn Monroe in shockadelic colors doesn't do it for me. Anything that appeals to one's sense of the sublime. A lithographed copy of a can of bad soup or Marilyn Monroe in shockadelic colors doesn't do it for me.https://www.theguardian.com/books/2003/dec/27/art
Thanks for the pointer. I’ll look more into him.
I’m of the Supreme Court school of art appreciation - I don’t know what art is, but I’ll know it when I see it.
I’ve been putting up landscape photographs and some of them are almost perfect art. Balance, depth, complexity and heart stopping. For me. But the difference in art appreciation is what makes people exciting and conversations places to learn, as you’ve done with your kind pointer.
Art, to me, is deep happiness. And I get it from many different styles - some popular; some obscure. Corot is well thought of, and he bores the heck out of me. Turner, now! And there I am back to color.
We don’t need to like the same art. We just need to both find joy in art.