The day was long.
Tonight my legs will not get me to Old Street for Standpoint Gallery. Just tired. Been at ceramics sculpting a lion’s mane all morning and dealing with domestic stuff before and up to now. Boo hoo. And then some. At class we had a great debate about what art really is and should be.
First of all, see my glazed crab aka fab crab….
I applied the under-glaze using a bad technique and we were all fearful of losing the stripes although I was over being precious by the end of three hours work. So, a stripy crab. Nothing collapsed and the stripes remained intact together with the barnacles.
So the conversation began about ole Grayson pandering to the art world despite his rebellious look. We got onto how art is measured as good or bad and us old hippies were bound to say that as long as we feel creative , then we’ve done the art, whether anyone else recognizes the art as art or not. However I suggested that there has to be a standard because for example The Royal Academy sets standards by judging art before the curators display it and exams in school set standards for pass rates. You can’t dismiss that by saying ‘yes but that’s just exams’ because talented teenagers rely on those grades. Rely. There have/has to be standards of form and shape and technique. Or why do we revere and respect the classics in painted varnished pictures?
I shall go find a free online course to get views from others. I’m following a free online course at present all about propaganda. When I say ‘following’… It means lots of looking at videos and reading texts.
Big day tomorrow; V&A then Mudras drawing on Friday.