Smegma wrote:
Art is the process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way to affect the senses or emotions. The purposes of art which are motivated refer to intentional, conscious actions on the part of the artists or creator. These may be to bring about political change, to comment on an aspect of society, to convey a specific emotion or mood, to address personal psychology, to illustrate another discipline, to (with commercial arts) to sell a product, or simply as a form of communication.
aaaahahhaa. you bastard!!!
selective quoting, huh?
let's stay with this:
The definition and evaluation of art has become especially problematic since the early 20th century.
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metal5411 wrote:
What ever happened to the only true art being showing people what they don't want to see/aren't ready for yet?
That's right.
DO YOU THINK MARY VINCENT WANTED TO SEE WHAT SHE SAW?
Let me ask you something asshole.
Do you think she is the same as she was BEFORE she met Larry Singleton?!?!
I bet you - their encounter - changed her more... than anything else in her life.
MORE than if she had been RAISED in the Louvre even.
ARE YOU GETTING WARM YET?
That's dumb. On so many levels.
krudmonk wrote:Just fuck a robot that looks like her. It's Japan, retard.
monsterod wrote:Look, I'd rather be riding a rocket-propelled wild boar through space with a bottle of Maker's getting a blowjob from Mrs. Snozzberries. But at this point, I'd be satisfied with a brisk trot down the street from a common sow.
Necrometer wrote:OK sincere "is it art?" debate question: does one need to be deliberate in the creation of art? Or can there be accidental art?
ART!?!?!
or
ASSHOLES??!
you tell me.
You're "you tell me" stance says the definition of art is in the beholding of it. So I think I've got it now. When you sat on your ferret until it was dead, that wasn't art. But then when you SAW the dead ferret, you had an emotional response, and it turns out that - spoiler: show - you killed your own pet as a piece of accidental performance art. Nice.
good thing I'll be dead soon, cause I'm tired of liars winning
Necrometer wrote:OK sincere "is it art?" debate question: does one need to be deliberate in the creation of art? Or can there be accidental art?
ART!?!?!
or
ASSHOLES??!
you tell me.
You're "you tell me" stance says the definition of art is in the beholding of it. So I think I've got it now. When you sat on your ferret until it was dead, that wasn't art. But then when you SAW the dead ferret, you had an emotional response, and it turns out that - spoiler: show - you killed your own pet as a piece of accidental performance art. Nice.
That one time where his cat killed a mouse and he freaked out about it getting some sort of disease: only true form of art. HE WASN'T READY TO SEE THAT SHIT.
krudmonk wrote:Just fuck a robot that looks like her. It's Japan, retard.
monsterod wrote:Look, I'd rather be riding a rocket-propelled wild boar through space with a bottle of Maker's getting a blowjob from Mrs. Snozzberries. But at this point, I'd be satisfied with a brisk trot down the street from a common sow.
Those films look like cheap throwaway pornography made for money.
Pornography isn't art because it doesn't affect the aestetic experience, it's only aim is orgasm. And even if it's aims were different, I'd still consider it trash because I only love art that can be admired and studied, art challenges my intelligence and actually gets me to think. Watching a woman degraded only depresses me, no matter how it's dressed up.
I even find it difficult to accept film as an art form, because it's not the work of a single artist but of a collective group of people. For me, the purest art is made by one person who has complete control of the process from beginning to end, which just isn't possible in the medium of film.
That's not to say I don't watch artist-led films, but a painting or a novel will always reflect the artists vision better in my opinion.
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Do you think your cat was creating art by eating that mouse and making you freak out?
krudmonk wrote:Just fuck a robot that looks like her. It's Japan, retard.
monsterod wrote:Look, I'd rather be riding a rocket-propelled wild boar through space with a bottle of Maker's getting a blowjob from Mrs. Snozzberries. But at this point, I'd be satisfied with a brisk trot down the street from a common sow.
Morpheus wrote:I only love art that can be admired and studied, art challenges my intelligence and actually gets me to think. Watching a woman degraded only depresses me
And also... sometimes "art" is for one person only. Custom made. It's not made for you. It's her PRIVATE "art"?
Good point. Maybe the purest art exists in a vacuum and has no intended audience at all. You could say that the second the artist even considers the possibility that they might make money out if it, his motives are altered and he enters the realm of "commercial" or "conterfeit" art.
Smegma wrote:
DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE PURPOSE OF ART?
no, but i'd genuinely like to hear what you have to say about it.
actually smegma, don't bother...
does your employer know that you are a cold hearted animal murderer in addition to being an insatiable pervert?-meatgrease
only a fundamentally insecure asshole would relish in the death of domesticated cats-chad
Bored, Esq. wrote:Fuck art discussions, are these movies entertaining?
obviously not...
blw up the entire planet other than these precious cinema experiences...
does your employer know that you are a cold hearted animal murderer in addition to being an insatiable pervert?-meatgrease
only a fundamentally insecure asshole would relish in the death of domesticated cats-chad
metal5411 wrote:Do you think your cat was creating art by eating that mouse and making you freak out?
Don't avoid the question!
krudmonk wrote:Just fuck a robot that looks like her. It's Japan, retard.
monsterod wrote:Look, I'd rather be riding a rocket-propelled wild boar through space with a bottle of Maker's getting a blowjob from Mrs. Snozzberries. But at this point, I'd be satisfied with a brisk trot down the street from a common sow.
