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"They should have told me ahead of time they did not want me to lie or make up facts."
The good folks at Outside the Dome got me thinking about an aesthetic question that I figured I'd throw open to the globe-spanning audience here at Wrong Turn Journal: Where do you draw the line between "smart and stylish" and "pretentious" art?
@ 7:16:00 AM,
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Lately, I draw this line based on where the art goes counter to expectations -- meaning (For theater, for instance) where it becomes intentionally confusing or hard to follow or (for music) where it becomes atonal or dissonant.
I tend to think that art that does this for no discernible reason other than to be different or to, I think, flag itself as "art" as opposed to "pop" is pretentious. Art where you retroactively realize when you're done with it why the artist made the choice (and where the artist leaves enough breadcrumbs for you to figure it out -- I can't stand the whole 'that was just what I felt, man' explanation for obfuscational art)... when you feel the intellectual or emotional reward for seeing or understanding or embracing it, then I think it's really good stuff.
When I feel like the artist is sharing with me, I'm happy (even when what is being shared is uncomfortable or difficult or takes me a lot of work to figure out). When I feel like the artist is subjecting me to something, I'm unhappy.`