Cornflake wrote:
Tensu wrote:
"woman kinda sorta smiling"
And in
this is the art.
It's not the painting as 'a snapshot of some woman', it's what Da Vinci
did with it.
No, it is actually quite dull as portraiture goes. In fact most portraits are fairly dull, unless the subject themselves has a particularly interesting face. I think it most likely this picture is famous simply because of the man who painted it. Pretty much anything Leonardo did is so treated, be it dull or otherwise.
Having said that, "more exciting" does not equal better in every case. Cover artists remain fairly nameless because of the prevailing tastes in art. In order to be accredited with artistic genius these days, one must engage in ludicrous show-boating and avant-garde rubbish. When Andy Warhol took a dump, it was art and he was a genius. When Emin leaves her tampon on the floor its lauded as a million pound artwork. Traditional artistic ventures are sidelined into "cover art" and the like. If the art world ever pulls its head out of its collective rectum and stops demanding that art be a pile of toss (in some cases quite literally that) then it is quite possible that these unknown cover artists might achieve fame or even fortune. And lets be fair, Chris Foss, Boris Vallejo, and Frank Frazetta are all famous for doing nothing BUT "cover art". Artists who do "cover art" are more in tune with the traditional values and merits of classical art than "modern artists", and share much more in common with Da Vinci himself. Face it, if Leo were contemporary he would be airbrushing space-ships like Burns. Bloody good ones. He wouldn't be trying to pass off a receipt on a dish as art. In fact he would probably stab you for that.
Give it 400 hundred years or so and we shall see which is the more valuable piece: Frazetta's Death Dealer, or Emin's "Unmade Bed."
Incidentally, I qualified in Art History some years ago, so I'm not just blowing smoke.. I do KNOW the subject quite well.
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"There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart,
that you can't take part" [Mario Savo, 1964]