On Friday night I saw Cheng-Khee Chee demonstrate his painting at the Tweed Museum — OMG what an honor and a treasure to watch someone create a painting of Koi before your eyes. Thanks to Tweed Director Ken Bloom for making this possible.
I was thinking to myself — I live in the town with the most amazing natural beauty, and I just don’t care. I cram into a windowless gallery to watch a man paint, and I drive 160 miles to watch multimedia projection and (probably) dischordant music as part of Northern Spark.
I think the answer I got was this: What I appreciate about art is the way that intent become manifest in form — in music, in painting, in language. The struggle to make an intention a reality, a thing, is amazing to watch. And even in art where the intention is developing as the work progresses, like a Pollock, is amazing.
As I do not believe in God, I think that the beauty of the natural world is an amazing accident. And I prefer to see the struggle of creation over the accident of creation, if that makes sense.
Is this blog the place to share that revelation? I don’t know.
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