Unlike life, a work of art never gets taken for granted: it is always viewed against its precursors and predecessors.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is only related to objects, and not to individuals, or to life.
Art is lunging forward without certainty about where you are going or how to get there, being open to and dependent on what luck, the paint, the typo, the dissonance, give you. Without art you're stuck with yourself as you are and life as you think life is.
Sometimes art imitates life.
The effort of art is to keep what is interesting in existence, to recreate it in the eternal.
The modern world thinks of art as very important: something close to the meaning of life.
I see things like they've never been seen before. Art is an accurate statement of the time in which it is made.
One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.
Art does imitate life, it has to come from somewhere. To put boundaries and limitations on it doesn't make a lot of sense to me.
Wherever art appears, life disappears.
It is now life and not art that requires the willing suspension of disbelief.