US Open
Today I had a conversation about art that really disappointed me. It felt like it was a tennis match between me (never plays) and someone who plays once a month, or at least they can fake it really well. Needless to say, I resorted to semi competent name-dropping and a weak back hand, and lost: 30–love.
After the conversation I discovered my lack of knowledge of art as a way to "evangelize" it. There are people who can talk about art-making in a way that makes even a novice want to practice. I, on the other hand, a person who is perceived to be a professional, continually ran after the ball instead of being able to anticipate it's bounce.
I think I might begin a daily practice routine of looking and thinking about art and it's thin line shared with design. I hope that this will produce in me a McEnroe of an art/design thinker; someone who passionately throws water cups, towels, rackets if necessary to share my enthusiasm.
After the conversation I discovered my lack of knowledge of art as a way to "evangelize" it. There are people who can talk about art-making in a way that makes even a novice want to practice. I, on the other hand, a person who is perceived to be a professional, continually ran after the ball instead of being able to anticipate it's bounce.
I think I might begin a daily practice routine of looking and thinking about art and it's thin line shared with design. I hope that this will produce in me a McEnroe of an art/design thinker; someone who passionately throws water cups, towels, rackets if necessary to share my enthusiasm.
posted by Seth & Hannah at 11:59 PM
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