Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]Genuine Art
Genuine Art, in any genre, subliminally succeeds in capturing new tiers of pain and pleasure, restraint and abandon. If you agree, how about a few internet links to examples. If not, why?
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Is not all Art (with a capital A) genuine? Artists wear their heart on their sleeve, they expose themselves to public examination, they bare their inner souls, they are mostly tortured and ravaged by the experiences of life. The sculptor who lovingly carves his oak, is he in some way being disingenuous? The poet who strains every fibre to find the right word, the correct rhythm, is he being insincere? The composer who challenges the harmonic disciplines of the time, is he to be mistrusted. All Art, I suggest, is a genuine exposé of the artist's soul, and it attempts to move, challenge, inspire, fill with spiritual and emotional awe. I could direct you to the late quartets of Beethoven, the drawings of Dürer, the sonnets of Shakespeare for they all inspire, enthuse, and leave the subject a better person after experiencing them.
Nature contains the greatest Art, however. The morning dewdrops glistening on the rose, the bubbling stream catching the sun's rays, the shy kingfisher's glorious colours. Etc.