I have a bit of a love hate relationship with modern art. It seems like so many artists today have used the broadening definition of the classification of “art” to be lazy. I’ve been to exhibits where it takes longer to read the title than to comprehend the piece. Deep philosophical inference aside, sometimes a plain blue canvas is just a blue canvas, even if it’s 14 feet high. Just like a pile of dryer lint balls is just bird’s nest fodder even if you classify it as an “instillation”. But then again, sometimes you look at a piece, like these images by Gabriel Moreno and just looking at them is exhausting. When you think about the careful planing, the effort and skill it took to carefully create each piece, to precisely draw each line; I can’t even imagine what it must be like trying to wrap your mind around something like that. And they’re pretty.
Some disappointing art gallery visits aside, I do understand and wholeheartedly agree that art doesn’t have to be attractive or created in a traditional method to be good. For example, there was a grad student exhibit at FSU a few years ago, entitled “Pillow Talk”,that was truly amazing. The artist constructed a giant tree in his studio space and from the tree hung these odd amorphous plush shapes. When you walked closer you realized that the the tree and it’s “fruit” were whispering. We were in this huge warehouse type building, jammed with college students, visiting families and local artist all creating what could conservatively be defined as a roar, but around this piece everyone fell silent. We clustered in, intimately shoulder to shoulder with complete strangers, all of us trying to make out what the tree was saying. Now that’s good art.