Art to me is not precious enough that I feel territorial about what the word gets applied to. Conversations about what counts as art and what doesn't doesn't captivate my attention very much.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Art is essentially communication. It doesn't exist in a vacuum. That's why people make art, so other people can relate to it.
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.
Defining art is huge; I feel like it's such a subjective thing. It's more like what's not art. You know what I mean? I think there can be an art in the way people live their lives, and art can be a gift someone gives to somebody.
Whether art is defined as a representation of or response to reality, it demands an intense engagement with things we haven't managed to understand fully.
The finest works of art are precious, among other reasons, because they make it possible for us to know, if only imperfectly and for a little while, what it actually feels like to think subtly and feel nobly.
Enjoying art is a personal matter. It's made up by contemplation, silence, abstraction.
One often forgets that even if art is a very successful field in contemporary culture, there are still a lot of people alienated by it. Even if people don't fully understand where my work is coming from, at least there's somebody who looks kind of sane standing in front of you and politely engaging with you. People react.
Art is the concrete representation of our most subtle feelings.
I am always rethinking how art is perceived and received, questioning our relationship to art. That's always been a constant.
Because art as a pursuit, as a concept, as an ideal, constantly elevates one above the pragmatic, one is inclined to discuss art in heightened terminologies. For me, it is just what I do all day long.