For me, art is how the
earthly and the
divine (the latter being God, multiple deities, the intangible forces of the Universe beyond our control, whichever way you prefer to envision it) interact, and we're the middleman, the antenna, the ones tasked with bringing those ideas down to Earth. By making them reality, art becomes not what is in our minds, but somewhere in-between, existing in both planes.
I like art that comes from
joy. Maybe I'm some sort of
Pollyanna, but in my head, I enjoy art because it reminds me there's good things in the world. That's not to disparage people who process their suffering through art and thus their art reflects their suffering. It doesn't mean I can't ever like or relate to art that reflects suffering, either.
My issue with art is not whether it comes from suffering, but whether it comes from
honesty. Lately there's too many people and artworks who are afraid of being sincere and hide under layers and layers of irony, quips and cheap shots at humor to the point they self-sabotage their own message, sometimes their own purpose. That's not to say these tools have no value, but you have to know how to use them.
But after reading all this, about art being about vulnerability, I'm starting to wonder....can art be appreciated and enjoyed off of that alone? Can people look past imperfection if there's some clear emotional weight behind it? I'm asking because I've barely tried to be expressive or intimate with my art. I've just been practicing anatomy and feeling disappointed over and over again.
Yes.
Yes. Some of my favourite art pieces come from children and beginners. What they lack in artistic skill, they make it up with honesty. With joy for the craft itself, no ulterior motif but to display what's on their heads. No perfectionism bringing them down.