On Feb 20, 2009, at 7:35 PM, [email protected] wrote:
I've never seen a dance in preparation, but I've seen operas and plays rehearsed, and a full-length feature movie with stars directed -- and the word 'aesthetic' never arose
Sardonic art school quip made while walking into the studio: "Let's go make art."
If you keep one eye or ear cocked to monitor whether you're making art, or music, or something aesthetic, you're not paying attention to the right thing. To use a metaphor from the popular sport of baseball-- pardon me, William--you're swinging for the fence.
And paying attention to the "aesthetic" quotient betrays a fundamental lack of confidence in yourself. I never never doubt that what I paint is artful, is "aesthetic," or some high-tone word. But that's not what I paint. This is a "When Plato Met Aristotle" moment, as told by an existentialist. The painting is what is painted. The dance is what is danced. I've thought of many paintings that I never wound up painteing, and those paintings-in-esse are, actually, not paintings at all.
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