Modernism

I have realized that modernism art makes me want to hurl. It is pseudo-deep. It is so out there that it makes one think there is a calling for them to find meaning. This specific painting is pointless. It is distasteful to the eye and mind. Sure, I could analyze it and find a meaning but anything deeper than looking at its superficial quality would be demeaning to real art and my mind for overanalyzing. The paradox is a failed attempt to spark mental contemplation. There is no derived meaning from it. Any meaning one could find could be easily ignored unless that person put it into the metaphysical realm of his or her own personal beliefs where it becomes untouchable. Anyone can find meaning in anything but that does not mean there was an intended or even unintended meaning in it. Thus, attempting to make sense of modernism is like trying to prove that God does or does not exist: what you draw from it is not credible in anyway because there is a definitive “counterdrawing”.

Explanation:

This was a personal reflection on a piece of art presented to the class by Ms. Robinson. I am most impressed with my ability to prove my point on a subject so abstract that it is hard to even put it into words. I think that my conciseness and clarity fully exemplified my ability to justify my opinion. I am in no way saying that I am absolutely right but that I am convinced by reasonable conclusions that I am justified. I am also enthralled with the entire subject of an overlooked topic: art. Thus, I was amused to perform the impossible task of defining what art is. Additionally, I enjoy my willingness to take on a non-popular opinion and attempt to popularize it. It was exciting to vent my opinions of modernism after being so infuriated at the Museum of Modern Art.

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