My name is Eric Henshall. I live in North Melbourne with my cat. Currently, it's Winter here and the rain is falling softly. It's beautiful.
10/8/2008
What I see as willfully obtuse art and an unhealthy focus upon theory and pure novelty, had left me convinced that what we do is of immeasurably lesser socio-cultural value than music, literature, poetry, film, comics or video games. That basically, if we do anything of value, it can be better done in some other form. Then...
... During a meandering drive through the Mississippi Delta with my father, I was starved of visual art. After some time we hit upon New Orleans and its crop of galleries. I had not realized how much I missed paintings. The sheer riot of colour was air-conditioning in mid-summer. And I realized that visual art can do something no other form can - it can thrill us in a gentle and undemanding way that is all its own. It exists forever in its own moment, not needing a performer, not needing an audience, not needing a projector. It exists permanently and without interruption, waiting for the lucky chance that the right people will see it at the right time. And then it pounces. It...
... Struck me that no other form could do this. All other art exists in time (at least ‘more fully' in time), lasts only so long as it is played, performed, projected. Even books have endings. And other forms require some investment as one wants to see the film from the start, hear the song from the start. Visual art doesn't demand this. It is self-contained. ... It's just a thought - it's helpful for me.
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Or maybe it's the other way around?
I'm a homebody.
That's for when I've had a few drinks and I'm feeling invincible.
