Terrence writes;
This is a good point Heiko. The goodness of the roots of reality and depth of
meaning always seems to get boiled out by the constant attendance. Why does
everything end up like clich�s? If anyone read my earlier post of the
reminiscences of art school one could easily surmise it is laziness and
convince; "oh yes, This and that has happened so on we go.." It runs though
everything about cultural dominance. Has consumer society rendered all our
actions to the convince of canned culture? Token acceptance of simple
definition is hardly a reward to the lifetimes of work performed by numerous
artists who's feelings ran deeper then the next paycheck and did not enter
the popularity contest. Art movements like stones polished by the river of
time appear only like curious gems easily held aloft in the manicured hands
of the clergy. Not at all like a few building blocks they should be. The
gestures of celebrated acceptance does not paint the true picture of cultural
history. Many hands and hearts build cities upon cities.
terrence kosick
artnatural
www.thehungersite.com/
Heiko Recktenwald wrote:
> > finally read Hugo Ball's Flight Out of Time: A Dada Diary. I was
> > surprised at the depth of sadness directly involved in the movement over
>
> I allways think to old style living rooms, from the time before WWi,
> compared to what Bauhaus etc did. It wasnt changing furnitures alone.
>
> Greetings, H.
