Is that art?
Does Art have to be conscious?
This is actually a serious question. I have always said that some gardeners can be artists, some builders are artists, a zooped up old car can be art, my bedroom table can be art, a perfect line of shiny mens shoes in the wardrobe can be art. Is a perfectly mown lawn, a sculptured tree, a patchwork quilt, a beautiful ball gown, or a perfect suit – art? A worn out frayed holey farmers coat on a hook, left there for years because it looks like a story. Or does it only become art when it is captured and rendered and framed for display?
I grew up with artists. I know some wonderful painters. I long to hang the photography of some of my stunning blog friends. My most difficult but compelling boyfriend was an artist. I worked for artists when I was modelling. I work with animators and film makers and writers and designers. And they are driven and true and Art is their lives. On many social media platforms I see paintings and drawings and sculpture displayed for comment. These are accepted forms of art because they are considered and there is struggle and decisions are made and talent combined with skill is needed then they display them as Art. Many of you get up in the morning have their coffee and walk into your studios to work for the day. You produce art.
But what if you create a stunning vegetable garden. If you hang your laundry on the clothesline so it catches the wind and the colours and pegs are balanced and true. I am wondering if when a child makes a snowman, or I doodle a huge flower in the sand and watch the waves wash it away, or I plate a meal with flair, or you produce a perfect loaf of bread and we all sigh when we see it – is that art. It is transient, almost accidental. But art? And by those terms – are you an artist.
Many of you are Real artists, trained artists. Maybe I need a new word for what I am describing. Maybe that is the real question.
But can you be an artist without struggle, and practice and training? Can seven stones lazily balanced on top of each other on the side of a desert road, while waiting for someone else to pee behind a cactus, be an Installation? Is art only art if it is captured and presented as art?
You remember Picasso and his toilet. It was only a toilet until he took it into a gallery – then it was art. But was it art before he found it and put it on a pedestal for inspection?
But he was an artist and the toilet was designed by somebody.
If you are not thinking to yourself “I am an ARTIST”. Then are we Life-ists?
I do not consider the work I produce here as art – it is documentation – pretty record keeping. But sometimes I can capture other art. Life’s Art.
And on another subject why can I never find a hammer when I need one.
I will tell you why. Because I leave them in really strange places. Then totally forget where the strange place was. My memory is definitely not a work of art.
Anyway – back to work. I finished the new electric fence for the middle sized pigs yesterday. This area is part of Daisy’s paddock and runs parallel with the drive and will be this summers new vegetable garden. The pigs will hopefully spend the winter rooting up every single plant in there. Pigs do much of their rooting in the autumn and winter, in the summer months they tend more to grazing the grass. In winter the protein levels are so low, or nonexistent, in the grass above the ground that they are compelled to dig up the roots and eat those instead.
This is a useful skill, when properly managed, and their task for now is to clear this plot, then I will have fewer weeds to deal with when I create the garden. Well, that is the plan anyway. I am fairly sure that once they realise they can Do a Poppy and slide under the non electric fence side we will have an escape on our hands. But until they notice the flaw in my plan they will do good work.
Or maybe they have packed a lunch and are already on their way down the drive! TonTon is hot pursuit no doubt.
The high for today is 34f/1c. Not too warm and very windy. Glad I got that fence finished yesterday.
I hope you have a lovely day.