so democratic and cool
There’s no guidance
When random rules…”
Scattered, scattered thoughts.
So here they are: randomly.
Current art education is utterly without method in the true sense of the word Currently most curriculums are simply habitual, based on the habits of generations of art teaching. They are not based on a philosphy mostly because the the current philosophy of art is hoplessly muddled. If I wanted to figure out a curriculum for artists I would do well to ask the question what do artists need to know? Any attempt to answer that question leads us into the quagmire of further question like what are artists actually doing, how might we imagine that changing over the course of their lives, etc.
I was thinking about this today on the way to work in the following manner: what about skill and what about talent? We assume that an artist needs both, and that we can teach skill but not that talent is innate. So in part, the relative importance that we assign to either of those two determines how much we can teach an artist, and what we need to teach them. Since the romantics we have come to value the talent side more and more and yet created more official structures for imparting training for artists, So in a way we’ve created a big apparatus for teaching people something that we’re not sure they actually need.
I’m trying to to think about skill these days, primarily as the result of drawing more.
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I’m very happy for all my friends who went to MAL, and it’s been a treat to read about people’s rich experiences there. But often over the past weekend I found myself twitchy about the whole thing. I don’t have particulalry good feelings about circuit gatherings of any kind -some of it is my stupidly reflexive behavior that leads me to position myself outside of any group I find myself in – and I’m particulary ambivalent about the leatherverse, which of course doesn’t really exist as any sort of coherent entity, but like most myths, does exhert a kind of ideological force. This weekend I began contemplating initating something I called F.U.K. for the Fellowship of Unaffilated Kinksters: kinky people who don’t belong to any major organization, and yet would like to find a way to meet others. I don’t need to be reminded of the absurdity of creating a group for lone wolves…
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I have a suspicion that my therapist is sneaking koan study into our sessions…
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More TV is going on in my life, which means that I now wish Jay would stop wearing the stupid scarves and I wish Austin would just stop period.
enough for now.