Saturday, August 3, 2013

How Confusing Can Art Be?


                  I remember the first time I heard the song “Mediteranea” by Angelo Gilardino.  It was played at a classical guitar concert by a friend.  As he struck the first progression of notes, I felt a sense of amazement at the difficulty and ingenuity of the way the song was written.  It was not your typical, predictable Bach; the song was filled with dissonant chords and complicated layers that made you feel confused but in awe at the same time.  I felt as if it made no sense at all, yet all the sense in the world.  This, to me, was art.  I believe art plays a huge role in life in that it joins us together and creates a history that we can visualize and experience. 
                  Many of us don’t think of music straight away when we think of art.  Usually we think of an oil painting hanging somewhere in the Louvre.  However, art can come in many shapes and forms.  Art doesn’t have to be confined to an object but could be any human activity resulting in an expression or communication of emotion.  A block of wood does not simply get into a museum because it is a block of wood, but because of the emotions someone associated with it or put into making it.
                  When people say, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” beauty could most definitely be replaced with art; it is all in how you interpret it.  For example, one of my friends recently won a major photography contest.  The picture she entered was taken while she was in Peru, showing eight famished and tired men sitting lined up in front of an old, depleted, blue barn.  The first time I saw it my reaction was, “Wow, why did THAT win? I mean, it’s nice and all…But why didn’t she have a picture of a sunset or flowers or something?”  But the more I looked at it, the more it fascinated me.  You could see the sadness in the men’s faces, but with a touch of hope hiding there, as if they were just waiting to be given a job so that they could feed their families. You could see the peeling of the blue paint on the rustic barn and the way the sun fell on the worn shoes of the men.  It was at this moment I knew why the picture had won; it was art--beautiful and raw art showing streams of emotion and detail.
                  I think the reason art is so powerful is because it causes us to think, imagine, and take into account things we’ve never before considered.  Physical experiences such as seeing a sculpture of an ancient Roman soldier or eating a carefully designed soufflé makes it more real to us and triggers our cognitive response.  This is the importance of appreciating art; it makes our brains think and realize just how amazing the things in this world are.  We must be careful though to not let just anything become art.  We have to see the difference between someone wanting to make millions off a blank canvas and someone who actually has put thought and emotion into a work they consider art.  If we can’t appreciate art correctly and discern real art from junk, then the real art will be lost in a flood of rubbish, never to be valued properly.  
                  After the concert, I remember my dad saying, “I didn’t understand that one song…it just sounded weird…What was up with that?”  It was at that moment I realized how differently each person hears or sees something.  Even now, hearing that song gives me chills at the cleverness and elegance with which it was written. This is why I challenge everyone to surround themselves with good art.  Not just what society tells them is art, but what THEY feel is art.  We should strive to make art that will represent this time period well.  This is one of the most important ways to promote good thinking and provide the future with works they can look back upon with wonder and pride.


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