Jackson Pollock here, too. I really don't see that he was doing anything my 3-year-old couldn't do better. Except throw paint in front of airplane motors... she'd be blown over, after all, she's very short. Anyway, I don't see much to learn from that. I was thoroughly tickled to see a documentary about Georgia O'Keefe that showed her looking at a museum and rolling her eyes at Jackson Pollock. She did like Rothko, though. I don't care for Picasso though I could see learning something there. I just don't like looking at it. I really don't like the sculptures that turn up throughout cities and businesses, ones that look like they were made out of paperclips or similar. I recognize such as space-fillers, even pleasing ones, but to regard them as art objects is a bit much for me. I'm also not mad about Rubens because I'm just a mite too Rubenesque. But I don't hate many artists like I used too... I get now that it really is all in what speaks to you, or in what you meant to say when you created the piece. Maybe you just liked how it looked. Whatever. Go nuts.
What bothers me more are things like those sculptures. Situations that arise when you see inferior artists get superior attention. Yeah, there's a lot of professional jealously there, I admit that. But when I see a cartoon that is just so darned ugly but hugely popular, I have reaction similar to the one I have to inferior music assaulting my ears. I wonder, "Dang, was this person never talented, never trained, or did they just finally get tired of starving?" I hate to see something good displaced by something truly inferior. And yeah, there's inferior. There's Fanboy and Chum Chum, there's 3-D Garfield movies. There's Scrappy Doo. (I see a lot of animation these days)
And then I come across a big art sale in the mall with paintings piled unceremoniously and the pictures I see are things I would have been proud to have painted even if I hadn't called it art, and I wonder why I bother. I've pretty much concluded that my art is never going to buy me so much as one sam'ich. I have to make it for my own reasons.
So most hated art is a complicated thing to identify. I think the hardest thing to look at is a big, blobby student painting in progress. Especially one that you later find out is a poor copy of another that the artist admires.
I did once meet a wildlife artist who hated Kincaid with a passion. I suppose that made sense, he was more of a woodsy realist in his treatment of the subject matter. I'd like to walk into a Kincaid once in a while, but I dunno about putting one on my wall.
But in my experience, I've found artists themselves a lot more annoying than their art. Like Jerry, the pastel artist. Now he was a jerk.
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