Brilliantly said. Yes, I get tired or reincarnations of belly lint analysis. Show me something recklessly brave, different, and reaching and yet conscious of the web within which it weaves, and I'm in. Treat this like a personal therapy session with line breaks, and I'm outta here.
I compare jazz to so many things because it's such a beautiful, clear example. You imitate the greats. You memorize the chord changes, the riffs, the tempos. And you do this and do this. And
then you do your thing. When did we ever stop believing we needed a deeper connection bigger than us and greater than us? If you act like you live in a vacuum or a void and that poetry, art and music didn't exist until you came along, why would I read, see or listen to your work?
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Originally Posted by dark_crystal
this shocks me too. in art school, one of the worst adjectives you could hear at critique was "derivative." How can you avoid this if you have no idea what anyone else is doing?
another thing that shocks me is the perception of "self-expression" as being the purpose of art. Like, the "artist" feels that if they got their feelings out and onto the page/canvas/etc, the piece is successful- without considering whether there is anything for the viewer/reader to take away from their experience of it.
both of these are really good reasons to get schooling in your art, which does elevate you to elite status
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