See now, I got a new appreication for Pollock after seeing an analysis of the fractal geometry in his paintings, that acts as a hugely effective way of spotting fakes; they just don't have his natural ability to apply levels of detail. And if I had the cash I'd happily have
Autumn Rhythm in the hallway of my billion-quid mansion.
Damien Hurst and Tracey Emin can f*** right off though.
And I think Oscar Wilde meant a bit more with that quote than taking it at face value...
OscarWilde wrote:
16, TITE STREET,
CHELSEA. S.W.
My dear Sir
Art is useless because its aim is simply to create a mood. It is not meant to instruct, or to influence action in any way. It is superbly sterile, and the note of its pleasure is sterility. If the contemplation of a work of art is followed by activity of any kind, the work is either of a very second-rate order, or the spectator has failed to realise the complete artistic impression.
A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence. It is accidental. It is a misuse. All this is I fear very obscure. But the subject is a long one.
Truly yours,
Oscar Wilde
Remix Beethoven&& Pulsoid into..
