2011-11-26 15:12:11Sean Wang
art statement for review board
The whole semester i have cared about one question: what is beauty? I know it's easy for a foreigner to view peoples around him as a homogeneous group without any difference, Due to limited understanding. I tend to notice the most obvious characters about beauty but they might be just the small and shallow parts of western art. I am eager to understand the real code of beauty beyond the surface. That's the reason i am here. But at the same time, i feel some kind of contradictions between my old belief and the new system. It relates to the second reason, the literati spirit. The most distinctive difference between what i have learned here and the literati tradition is the attitude toward professional. I had heard a story about Ansel Adams who once waited for a cloud for two weeks. That could be acclaimed as a perfect example of professional spirit. However, in Chinese, people tend to praise the artist who is not intended to do his art work. Evenmore, he don't consider himself as an artist at all. For example, a modern chinese painter could just copy the traditional master's work and was not trying to against anyone, still be considered a great artist. A art work could be dismiss as bad just because it's too beautiful. To certain degree, they try to decrease their intention about art. This fact draws a line between chinese painters and the most radical western painters. How could a artist who keep literati spirit in this world? The third reason is personal. Because of my abnormal eyesight, i come to doubt the importance of subtle details in my photos. Although, it's obvious that i can't get rid of the influences of aesthetic laws, like symmetry or patter,(even i still know little about them), it doesn't mean they are meaningful to me. Sometime they seems like some kind of rules of a game, so it's no important to obey them or not. But sometime they seems threaten my art value, because i have to try to be professional not only in my mind but also in my body. All my works were used to record these feelings. As time goes by, maybe they won't matter to me anymore, but in this moment, these questions are real and probably eternal. In this post post modernism world, how can we refer art, if our knowledges about it are fluid？ How could percept art if our bodies mechanisms are different. And how could we talk about art, if people lack of concepts of art?
本來不想寫這篇，因為剛剛發現我的部落格文章正好777篇，我本來想發一篇文像個小白一樣慶祝一下，可是一旦發文就不是lucky seven而變成了78，這個差別是很大的。人家說逝去才知可貴，我一直覺得很鳥。可是在這件事上，好像正是如此。但真正令我難過的是，我在一年多的時間內發了近五六百篇的癈文，我如果不認識我，我一定覺得我有病，幸好我知道我不是有病，我是他媽的有病。
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