Piet Mondrian lived between 1872 and 1944. Pre-internet yes, but how "pre-modern" really? Dutch Mondrian lived in a small country with other artists, museums, books, libraries, photographs, and eventually sound recordings (granted, not very good sound for quite a while after their appearance) and film. Even radio, at some point. — Bitter Crank
Now, When Bach was 20 and just starting out, (1705) he walked 500 miles from Arnstadt to Lubeck and back to hear the 68 year old Dietrich Buxtehude play the organ. Buxtehude was well known among musicians, and they could read the scores, IF they could get ahold of them--which they might not. Once Bach got to Lubeck he decided to stay and soak up as much Buxtehude as he could (much to the annoyance of his employers in Arnstadt.) That's closer to pre-modern. — Bitter Crank
Are you suggesting "true" art (which you say is still very difficult to create) would be art that is less immersed in the artists culture?
I put "true" in quotation marks because Mondrian used the word. I have no idea what "true" art would be. Well, a Chinese stroke for stroke copy of Mondrian, Rothko, or Rembrandt wouldn't be "true". It would be a real fake.
No, I am not suggesting that true art (whatever that is) would be more or less immersed in the artist's culture. It is just plain difficult for a serious artist (as opposed to a dilettante) to find his or her voice/vision/real self... and then express it so that he or she knows that what is on the canvas or score or page is what he or she intended to be there, and that there is a good chance that the viewer, hearer, or reader will receive the work as intended. Art is hard. Truly sublime art is harder.
— Noble Dust
And I was never arguing that there was a time where artists weren't immersed in their own cultural milieu or something like that. — Noble Dust
Even if that audience is only you. — Noble Dust
Maybe it would be worth wild to explore the idea of what pleasing others means in this context. — praxis
The notion that "ubiquity" degrades appreciation is curious. I would think that abundance generally enhances or widens sensibilities. — praxis
You keep replacing "work matters" with "please others". — Noble Dust
As I already explained, missing the point (through overconsumption) is not what necessarily will happen. That's too simplistic. — Πετροκότσυφας
For example, what's also inherent in today's technology is the possibility of enhancing our experience of art*, the possibility of making it richer and more careful than it ever were, simply because we are now able to do things that were impossible without today's technology. But, that's also just a possibility, it does not mean that people will take advantage of this. — Πετροκότσυφας
What will lead one to embrace this possibility or be lost in superficiality, is a combination of social relations, which are structured in a capitalistic way so they tend to strongly favour consumerism for the sake of consumerism, and our personal idiosyncrasies. — Πετροκότσυφας
Is your concern in any way linked to Benjamin's concept of "aura"? — Πετροκότσυφας
I put "true" in quotation marks because Mondrian used the word. I have no idea what "true" art would be — Noble Dust
It is just plain difficult for a serious artist (as opposed to a dilettante) to find his or her voice/vision/real self... and then express it so that he or she knows that what is on the canvas or score or page is what he or she intended to be there, and that there is a good chance that the viewer, hearer, or reader will receive the work as intended. Art is hard. Truly sublime art is harder. — Noble Dust
One thing that makes art more difficult these days is the investment habits of the 1%. — Bitter Crank
In practice, they become equivalent. It matters to someone if they like it, and you have to figure out what they like and please them. That's what salesmanship is all about. — Rich
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