Perhaps I should post the preface from Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Grey:
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The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
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You, people of oddtumblr, instead of accepting the critics and understanding the jokes, you go here and make a thread that goes to a wrong direction because of your pigheadedness.
You shouldn't be offended from those who joke that, obviously, are not making any critic.
Those instead who tried to say their opinion about the art are those who tried to point out important particulars and details. Some might not agree because of the art itself describing a certain meaning they might not like, and some might not agree because of some imperfections present in the art.
I'm an artist, just like you, and the first to criticize my art is myself. And when others, artists or not, judge my work I NEVER get triggered or similiar, that's a mistake no one should make. Instead, I try to understand the point of view of the spectators because they are those who feel most the artwork's meaning, no matter the quality of the critique, no matter what. While not listening to these points of view is indeed a great fault!
Despite everything, art will always have different meanings, no matter how.
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All art is quite useless. |