Abstraction is so common place, so acceptable, so easy. It is hard to believe that it was ever shocking, or inaccessible to the masses. It sprung out of the Avant-garde's desire to move away from pictorial representation. In the 1950's if you didn't get abstraction, you weren't part of the "in-crowd".
Artists have gone onto to shock in so many more dramatic ways - Mapplethorpe's bullwhip or Hirst's bisected animals to name a few. So who cares about abstraction expression? It's so passe that it has become kitsch. Call me nostalgic, but I still love it. I love it the same way my mom's generation runs to every exhibit of Impressionists paintings that comes to town.
So in the last week I have taken so many simply beautiful abstract photographs but posted none. Why? I feel they are dated, passe, too little in the age of over-the-top. Again, the critic.
Monday, February 15, 2010
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