Since our first class, we have tangled over what is art. He believes that art is using old wall paper and blobbing paint all over it. Amazingly, he sells this recycled "stuff" (to whom?!?!?!?). Honestly, I have seen three year olds do better on their parents walls!
Conversely, I think that art should express a feeling or a moment or communicate something about our environment and/or culture. The teacher feels this definition traps me in a world where I will never become an artist because I am too rigid in my approach.
Up until this painting we had been limited to one color, supposedly to discover "tones" and shading. Then after weeks of torture, we finally were allowed to use three colors and had to paint something from memory. So, I did a Roman aqueduct I remembered from my youth I saw in Spain. However, it was really boring so I tried to toss in some lavender growing on the hillside.
I hate it, my instructor loves the colors but feels that it looks too much like "something".
Go figure.
