What is Art, anyway? The answer can’t be so broad that everything is art, or the word is meaningless. Patrick Lencioni said, “If everything is special, then nothing is.” The contents of an art museum must somehow qualify more aptly as Art than that of the city dump. How then do we discern art from crap?
Art is limitation; the essence of every picture is the frame. —G.K. Chesterton
The Blues form has twelve bars. Twelve-tone serialism is composed of rows of all twelve chromatic tones. Sonata form features exposition, development, and recapitulation. Haiku has three lines with a 5/7/5 syllable count. And yes, a painting is bound by the shape of its canvas. These art forms are defined by their limitations.
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Hi! Welcome to my new blog. I plan to fill it with a mixture of ideas that fascinate me and mental detritus that I need to purge.
I have always wanted a personal blog, but finally made the leap because I wanted someplace to put audio recordings, and to wean myself from SoundCloud. My jazz trio is beginning to record some demos tonight, so watch this space for more tracks.