So, you’re disagreeing on my semantics, not my actual perspective on the subject (from what you said). “Modern art” is a term that inevitably has wide and relative implications since its early coinage, no matter what the official definition, but I think my usage was clear enough in referring to mid- to late-20th century movements while adding context to my intolerance for contemporary works. (Quick edit for further clarity for those who don’t feel like Googling: the official definition for modern art spans from the 1850s to the 1970s, covering Dadaism, Pollock, and the like just fine.)
What I criticized is still colloquially categorized as “modern art,” it’s just a matter of clarity or pedantry that I would further clarify it to lesser-known, if more artistically accurate classifications. After all, most of the works I revile are still housed in “Modern Art” museums, so I consider it fair game as a term.
And for the record, I love Impressionism and respect all of its rebellious context. That, apart from German Expressionism, marks the last “art movement” I’ve ever felt a strong passion for. I love art, but I no longer enjoy its recent “movements.”
You can always be more prepared, of course.
And it depends on which type of fairies, but in cases of Fairy Emergency, my general policy is thus:
- Be polite, but not thankful; generally, they don’t like that.
- Don’t step on any toadstools or in any fairy rings and respect the nature around you.
- Don’t take anything of theirs, not even a bramble on your clothing or a leaf in your hair.
- Leave something of yours (that is of value) for them.
- If lost, turn shirt inside out and put it on backwards to find your way again.
- If you have anything edible, offer it or leave it behind.
- Do NOT eat/drink anything offered, but decline with a simple “I couldn’t.” This is polite but doesn’t insist that other food is better/makes you fuller/all you’ll eat.
- Don’t make any wagers, bets, or play any games. Especially don’t answer riddles.
- Never, ever dance.
- If they do something nice for you, leave out milk and a candle for three nights — either in the place they were last seen (at day break) or for the next three New Moons in a north facing window.
- Don’t ever mention the encounter to anyone.
There are a few tips I’m missing, but it wouldn’t be polite to mention them.
I don’t know how I’m in a place in my life where I could not only agree to but confirm most of these steps.
The funny thing is: I have an extremely open mind about art, in whatever form it needs to take. I even appreciate art that pisses me off, because art is meant to invoke a feeling, which doesn’t mean it has to be a good one.
What pisses me off about so much of so-called modern art are the people who abuse the concept, make something thoughtlessly, and then their entire premise for it is summed up by "I don’t know, what do you think it means?”
That’s not art. That’s a Rorschach, but with even less meaning.
Furthermore, I detest the popular reliance upon the nonsensical modern art movement, because it’s either people aping Dadaism or who are completely unaware of modern art’s biggest supporter: the 1950s-era CIA. Oh yes, I’m afraid the much-beloved Pollock, Rothko, ad their ilk were secretly boosted to fame simply to demoralize the Russians, whose art movements at the time leaned toward classical realism.
So, I guess I’m a cynic. In a twist of irony, I suppose their (and similar modern) art does inspire some feelings in me, which was my original protocol for deeming something art, yet I can further define it: I only call something, anything, art if the creator had any actual vision, plan, and effort behind it. If the artist I had previously critiqued said “I was making a bear/crystal cacti/the feeling of anxiety,” I would be perfectly happy. It’s the fact that their statement, like most others, is simply “I don’t know.”
At that rate, any piece of garbage you find on the side of the road is instantly art, if you demand your audience infuses it with meaning instead of you. At least try to offer something or else you’re just as much a passive observer as anyone else, in which case, why call yourself an artist?