Cito di Pense wrote:ElDiablo wrote:In my formative years, I was not a big fan of Picasso either until I saw this piece in a museum in Los Angeles.
I felt like kneeling in reverence when I saw it - highly out of character for me.
The lesson I learned was you can only get so much from a book or slides.
Anecdotes. Can't prove 'em. Can't compile 'em into a bible and deliver the Word. Can't even ignore them.
I know what it's like to look at the original work of my favourite artist (Paul Klee) in a gallery. It's like touching the hem of his fucking garment. Reverence is something you manufacture for yourself. There's a limitless supply, for a few decades.
If someone rains on your parade, let a smile be your umbrella. With that in mind, consider that some of your friends are going to vapourise if you don't take some of their shit seriously. See also, Serious Cat.
Food for thought, most definitely.
Incidentally, Klee is your favorite? I should have guessed from your "country" (Tod und Feuer). I have never seen that particular work of his in the flesh, so to speak, and I really want to. It's one of the most disturbing paintings I've ever seen - by anybody. Even in reproductions I find it almost overwhelming.
One thing I haven't mentioned: for me art isn't just for pleasure. It can also help me compose music. This can take many forms: emotional inspiration, analogies I can make, ideas about structure or procedures, etc. Often visual art or poetry helps me in this regard more than music by other composers. I don't know why. I think the gap between music and other art forms is important. That distance somehow leaves space to play around with ideas.
Klee is one of the best in this regard. What an imagination! And it's not only his finished works; brief as it is, the
Pedagogical Sketchbook never fails to spark ideas. And a few years ago I bought the two volume set of his
Notebooks. It cost me about as much as a transatlantic flight, but it was worth every penny.