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Sculpting in time
It is obvious that art cannot teach anyone anything, since in four thousand years humanity has learnt nothing at all.
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In any case it is perfectly clear that the goal for all art - unless of course it is aimed at the 'consumer', like a salable commodity - is to explain to the artist himself and to those around him what man lives for, what is the meaning of his existence. To explain to people the reason for their appearance on this planet; or if not to explain, at the least to pose the question.
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The beautiful is hidden from the eyes of those who are not searching for the truth, for whom it is contra-indicated. But the profound lack of spirituality of those people who see art and condemn it, the fact that they are neither willing nor ready to consider the meaning and aim of their existence in any higher sense, is often masked by the vulgarly simplistic cry, 'i don't like it!' 'It's boring!' IT is not a point that one can argue; but it is like the utterance of a man born blind who is being told about a rainbow. He simply remains deaf to the pain undergone by the artist in order to share with others the truth he has reached.
But what is truth?
I think that one of the saddest aspects of our time is the total destruction in people's awareness of all that goes with a conscious sense of the beautiful. Modern mass culture, aimed at the 'consumer', the civilisation of prosthetics, is crippling people's souls, setting up barriers between man and the crucial questions of his existence, his consciousness of himself as a spiritual being. But the artist cannot be deaf to the call of truth; it alone defines his creative will, organizes it, thus enabling him to pass on his faith to others. An artist who has no faith is like a painter who was born blind.
[...] not even specialist critics have the delicacy of touch required to dissect for analysis the idea of a work and its poetic imagery. For an idea does not exist in art except in the images wich give it form, and the image exists as a kind of grasping of reality by the will, which the artist undertakes according to his own inclinations and the idiosyncrasies of his worldview.
Andrey Tarkovsky
Tik tāls liekas šis teksts, tik ārpus laika. Kamēr laiks cep ķieģeļus, pūš trafaretus un komiksu runas baloniņos lasa: "Fuck art". Domas kā 'saldas karameles, kas līp pie zobiem'. Pašam līdz tam ir jānonāk.
It is obvious that art cannot teach anyone anything, since in four thousand years humanity has learnt nothing at all.
[...]
In any case it is perfectly clear that the goal for all art - unless of course it is aimed at the 'consumer', like a salable commodity - is to explain to the artist himself and to those around him what man lives for, what is the meaning of his existence. To explain to people the reason for their appearance on this planet; or if not to explain, at the least to pose the question.
[...]
The beautiful is hidden from the eyes of those who are not searching for the truth, for whom it is contra-indicated. But the profound lack of spirituality of those people who see art and condemn it, the fact that they are neither willing nor ready to consider the meaning and aim of their existence in any higher sense, is often masked by the vulgarly simplistic cry, 'i don't like it!' 'It's boring!' IT is not a point that one can argue; but it is like the utterance of a man born blind who is being told about a rainbow. He simply remains deaf to the pain undergone by the artist in order to share with others the truth he has reached.
But what is truth?
I think that one of the saddest aspects of our time is the total destruction in people's awareness of all that goes with a conscious sense of the beautiful. Modern mass culture, aimed at the 'consumer', the civilisation of prosthetics, is crippling people's souls, setting up barriers between man and the crucial questions of his existence, his consciousness of himself as a spiritual being. But the artist cannot be deaf to the call of truth; it alone defines his creative will, organizes it, thus enabling him to pass on his faith to others. An artist who has no faith is like a painter who was born blind.
[...] not even specialist critics have the delicacy of touch required to dissect for analysis the idea of a work and its poetic imagery. For an idea does not exist in art except in the images wich give it form, and the image exists as a kind of grasping of reality by the will, which the artist undertakes according to his own inclinations and the idiosyncrasies of his worldview.
Andrey Tarkovsky
Tik tāls liekas šis teksts, tik ārpus laika. Kamēr laiks cep ķieģeļus, pūš trafaretus un komiksu runas baloniņos lasa: "Fuck art". Domas kā 'saldas karameles, kas līp pie zobiem'. Pašam līdz tam ir jānonāk.
