That’s what he said. He actually stood there and told me, my Mom, and my Grandmother that he hated art. First of all, who says that? Second, what does that even mean? And third, why in the hell would you tell three artists that you hate art?
It was one of those moments that when it replays in my mind it still gives me the creeps. You know the feeling, like when someone does something so off putting you are embarrassed for that person. My husband and our group of friends call it douche chills.
So I’m sitting here over a decade later trying to write a response to the question what is art, and that phrase - I hate art - is replaying over and over in my head. It’s just I have SO many questions.
Was he saying he hates human emotion and imagination that has been translated into a visual or auditory form? Was he talking about poetry, literature, dance, music, graffitti, tattoos, theatre, jewelry, sculpture, fashion, photography and installations, or just paintings? Does he hate the end product of the art or the process?
I guess that claim is so astounding to me because I consider pretty much everything to be an art. To me, anything that is created from nothing is an art. Art cannot, or maybe should not, be defined. It cannot be lumped into one idea because it is everything around us.
I am no more of an artist than a construction worker building a bridge, a surgeon re-constructing a hip, a chef plating a masterpiece, you get the point. So if you are reading this and you are one of those people who say they aren’t creative I’m here to tell you, as nicely as I possibly can, you are terribly wrong.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.