I don't CARE what people think of my art.
I don't CARE if it never gains me a penny.
I don't CARE if it ever hangs in a museum.
I don't CARE to be judged... period.
That said, it would
be nice if the middle two of above DID happen.
The reason I, or anyone else, create works of art is because we enjoy the exercise and process of creation. Anyone doing it for the money is either
woefully misguided or directed in their work by the demands of their customers (in other words, having had to sell themselves out).
Rothko seems to be the one trotted out here as an example to deride when it should be those rascals selling and re-selling his works for outrageous
prices. As is the usual case, my guess would be that he benefited lightly from anything he'd done and that once he'd been popularized by the public
and endeared by the collectors, he would have also been restrained to diversify his portfolio into new experiments.
Rothko reminds me of the work of Piet Mondrian, whom I much admire. The careful placement of hue and intensity has the potential to evoke mood...
something my own paintings lack. For that, I admire both Rothko and Mondrian.
The disdain by which the work of Van Gogh was received by his contemporary artists and collectors is an echo of the perceived intent of this thread.
Over time, regardless of the protestations of the art world, his genius came to be recognized by almost everyone. It could very well be the same with
Picasso, while a wonderful painter in his early work, became a slave to his style and eventually enraptured with the money his factory-like production
line afforded him.
Dali, a painter of immense talent, became a buffoon throwing paint-filled balloons on the Ed Sullivan Show.
Artists only want to be immersed in the joys of creating the images and artifacts which reflect their understanding the world around them. They are
not replaced by camera and film, they use
those mediums in the same manner as the materialistic objects we are so universally familiar with.
This is why comic Superman images and Campbell's Soup labels wind up on canvasses. They are a statement about the human condition. If I was to paint
something along that theme, it would likely be solar panels, windmills and hydro electric transmission towers over a barren treeless landcape.
Symbols. You can boil it all down to that one word. Symbols convey a meaning which is greater than the object displayed. They are sourced from both
the subjective and the objective, from our dreams and visions and the daily grind. Nightmares and traffic jams, sex and war, daydreams and comic
books, love and ideology, chickens and comets and billions of other reflections/thoughts derived from their contemplation are what drive sculptors,
musicians, poets, writers and painters.
Certainly not Sotheby's, iTunes or great publishing houses. They are the rewards bestowed by and upon an ungrateful audience and rarely upon the
artists themselves. So, don't knock Rothko for his work, knock the elitist flock murmuring in the crowds at Sotheby's for his fame and the price of