Jesus ... why is the rum always gone? (Oh! THAT's why ... )
My finger paintings as an 8 yo had more artistic value than that Nava twaddle. (My parents actually framed one -- a desert scene with cactus -- and hung it on the wall.) I can scarcely imagine how Dewey or Bentley would react to such drivel. In chap 2 Dewey comments, "the *idea* of art -- the greatest intellectual achievement in the history of humanity," only to see it reduced to this Nava abomination. On the other hand, when art becomes so completely divorced from life as it has in out age (infinitely more so than in Dewey's time, and it is the thing he railed against the most) then I suppose something like Nava becomes the unsurprising, even necessary result.
On the other hand, I almost blew my tea through my nose when I realized what was wrong with the guy leaning against the rail.
As I read this, one recurring thought kept bouncing off the walls of my brain pan: "A fool and his money are soon parted." In a world in which the very concept of reality is beyond agreement, people are investing in things with no grounding in reality. As much as I try to wrap my head around that, it just doesn't work. Perhaps I'm too old...or just too old school to be able to understand the concepts. Then again, I've always preferred to keep my feet firmly on solid ground. As much as possible, that is.
I agree, its disconcerting, like the entire world gone mad. And I don't think it's going to end well either.
It's like watching the universe decompose right in front of you.
Yes, exactly!
Jesus ... why is the rum always gone? (Oh! THAT's why ... )
My finger paintings as an 8 yo had more artistic value than that Nava twaddle. (My parents actually framed one -- a desert scene with cactus -- and hung it on the wall.) I can scarcely imagine how Dewey or Bentley would react to such drivel. In chap 2 Dewey comments, "the *idea* of art -- the greatest intellectual achievement in the history of humanity," only to see it reduced to this Nava abomination. On the other hand, when art becomes so completely divorced from life as it has in out age (infinitely more so than in Dewey's time, and it is the thing he railed against the most) then I suppose something like Nava becomes the unsurprising, even necessary result.
On the other hand, I almost blew my tea through my nose when I realized what was wrong with the guy leaning against the rail.
If anybody sees it, Gares, you do. This is a time for philosophers.
You don’t see many 10 packs like that, do you? Or in hot dog buns either.
Every day I find a new benefit in being an old person.
No shit.
As I read this, one recurring thought kept bouncing off the walls of my brain pan: "A fool and his money are soon parted." In a world in which the very concept of reality is beyond agreement, people are investing in things with no grounding in reality. As much as I try to wrap my head around that, it just doesn't work. Perhaps I'm too old...or just too old school to be able to understand the concepts. Then again, I've always preferred to keep my feet firmly on solid ground. As much as possible, that is.