Going organic!
I think if I like something, it is something I like. Which does not mean it is art.
When I look at the Nike of Samothrace in the Louvre and I stay spellbound, transported beyond myself and beyond time, experiencing feelings of unity with the universe, and an ineffable joy, I am in the presence of art.
What is called art today rarely transports me beyond myself and beyond time. Some of it pleases me, some of it I like, some of it leaves me indifferent, some of it I despise. I will defend anyone's right to have a velvet Elvis on their mantelpiece, while surrounding myself with Japanese woodblock prints of the Edo period.
Elle*
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You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Anna Akhmatova "White nights"
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