Meeting an artist…

“So I can start working on being an artist, Giovanna” my mother said to me when we finished looking at the art exhibition and talking to the artist that organized it. The exhibition called Art on the Hill was part of the Southside Fringe Festival of the city of Glasgow that took place last May. So I went with my mother and we had a look, and while we were having a look there were other people coming to see the art objects. There were all kinds of people, the same kind that you can find walking, shopping, in a … Continúa leyendo Meeting an artist…

Elougy to Outsider Art, II:

English version of “Elogio al Arte Outsider II”: https://giovannavolpe.wordpress.com/2014/01/21/elogio-al-arte-outsider-ii/ In the previous post I started praising the Outsider Art by explaining the debt that official Art History owes to those creative manifestations of individuals socially segregated. But I think that debt is mutual. It is true that such creations were vindicated as artistic models by the first Avantgarde movement in the 20th century. That artistic reform spirit was nurtured, voluntarily, by marginal art and at the same time, they opened the door (without realizing it) through the one it made its ​​way. It is, therefore, about two mutual and necessary processes. … Continúa leyendo Elougy to Outsider Art, II:

Elougy to Outsider Art, I:

English version of “Elogio al Arte Outsider I” (https://giovannavolpe.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/elogio-al-arte-outsider-i/) An anonymous stated that he fucked off in the intellectual bullshit of the Barcelona’s Museum of Contemporary Art, ​​making a graffiti in its 2012-2013 wall program. I took a picture of it. Days after the graffiti was gone, it was been erased, but then the wall began to be filled with tags. When the season ended the program was taken off, and since then, there haven’t returned to hang anything on it. Now, that picture I took tops my blog and its sentence reveals me as a maximum. Fuck off your … Continúa leyendo Elougy to Outsider Art, I:

“WTF?”.The big question about Contemporary Art…

You go to a Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art and what you see is a chair, a urinary, a heap of detergent boxes together, a ripped blank canvas, a can with feces inside it (but not any feces…. the artist’s), videos of performances of an artist staring at people or letting people do to her body whatever they like with it, pictures of landscapes intervened and transformed by the artist, street graffittis or cubes as sculptures. If you go to a gallery, you may find a chair like the one you have at home, geometrical forms, sculpted or painted, … Continúa leyendo “WTF?”.The big question about Contemporary Art…

Because Pessoa told me “Dante is a liar”:

A few days ago I read, by chance, something that really amazed me. I looked up where these words came from, and I found out that  they were from Livro do desassossego (the Book of Disquiet) from Fernando Pessoa.  Then I looked him up and came upon such an extraordinary author. It was like love at first sight. Although I don’t know much about him, I am in love with him: he got to me! I haven’t read any of his works yet, but I have seen this: http://disquietude.nl/, an interactional web site about the Book of Disquiet with very … Continúa leyendo Because Pessoa told me “Dante is a liar”:

Elogio al Arte Outsider, II:

En la entrada anterior comencé elogiando el Arte Outsider por la deuda que la Historia del Arte oficial le debe a las manifestaciones creativas de los individuos socialmente segregados. Sin embargo esa deuda es mutua. Es cierto que este tipo de creaciones fueron vindicados como modelos artísticos por parte de la primera Vanguardia del siglo XX. Aquel espíritu de reforma artística se nutrió voluntariamente  del arte marginal y al mismo tiempo (y sin darse cuenta) le abrió la puerta por la que hacerse camino. Se trata, pues, de dos procesos  recíprocamente necesarios. Pero es más verdadero que el Arte Outsider … Continúa leyendo Elogio al Arte Outsider, II: