Sanctioning Art in The face of Turmoil
Art more often than not is born of the intelligences refusal to reason the concrete. Like expression, art begins where thought ends, and allows for the mind to get outside of itself and place it in opposition to others. Not for it to get lost but to show and reflect the blind path that all have entered on. The work of art embodies the drama of the intelligence and gives rise to culture. It is in fact the very backbone in which culture rests.
Now, I do not necessarily believe that their exists a deontological obligation as artists to interfere in the worlds affairs. However as men I do. For it is the goal of every artist to engage in the endless expedition to learn to speak the voice of the heart. If we choose to interfere as men then that experience will inexorably affect our language, and if we fail as artists of our own language, than what kind of artists are we?
It would be foolish to predicate the notion that the values of creation are in favor of those values pertaining to humanity, or vice versa for that matter. For in my mind you cannot discern the two, in fact it is a great means to measure the grandeur of an artist in how they manage the balance of the two. We must serve both suffering and beauty simultaneously for there is scarcely any passion without struggle.
However it is imperative as artist to avoid the lucrative temptation to believe his or herself solitary, when in fact they hear this shouted at them with a certain base of delight. But to rather realize that we stand as equals with those who are working and struggling. It is the very vocation of artists when in the face of oppression to open the prisons and give a voice to the sorrows and joys of all. I do not believe that art by itself can produce renascence, which implies justice and liberty. But without it that renascence would be without forms and, consequently, would be nothing. Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.
Art more often than not is born of the intelligences refusal to reason the concrete. Like expression, art begins where thought ends, and allows for the mind to get outside of itself and place it in opposition to others. Not for it to get lost but to show and reflect the blind path that all have entered on. The work of art embodies the drama of the intelligence and gives rise to culture. It is in fact the very backbone in which culture rests.
Now, I do not necessarily believe that their exists a deontological obligation as artists to interfere in the worlds affairs. However as men I do. For it is the goal of every artist to engage in the endless expedition to learn to speak the voice of the heart. If we choose to interfere as men then that experience will inexorably affect our language, and if we fail as artists of our own language, than what kind of artists are we?
It would be foolish to predicate the notion that the values of creation are in favor of those values pertaining to humanity, or vice versa for that matter. For in my mind you cannot discern the two, in fact it is a great means to measure the grandeur of an artist in how they manage the balance of the two. We must serve both suffering and beauty simultaneously for there is scarcely any passion without struggle.
However it is imperative as artist to avoid the lucrative temptation to believe his or herself solitary, when in fact they hear this shouted at them with a certain base of delight. But to rather realize that we stand as equals with those who are working and struggling. It is the very vocation of artists when in the face of oppression to open the prisons and give a voice to the sorrows and joys of all. I do not believe that art by itself can produce renascence, which implies justice and liberty. But without it that renascence would be without forms and, consequently, would be nothing. Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.