The thread on the Shvarts hoax gave rise to questions about art. Let's open a new thread and savour the fresh air, open skies and beckoning horizons of this thing called 'art'.
Papewaio stated that art has three characteristics: it creates insight, it has a 'wow' factor and it stimulates debate. I beg to disagree. I will concede that some art certainly has those three characteristics, but they are neither necessary nor sufficient in order for a thing to be called 'art'. My own view was summed up by Eric Fischl, one of my favourite modern painters along with Marlene Dumas and Lucian Freud (I am a portrait lover).
Fischl said that art 'creates a unique experience in the viewer without him having to ask what the hell it is about'.
The subject matter should be clear, i.e. recognisable, to the viewer. The reason for that is straightforward: this is how the connection between artist and viewer is established. In order to have a connection, there must be a common point of reference between artist and audience. You must be able to identify, either with the subject matter or with the artist's approach to it.
What the artist adds is the 'unique experience'. This could be anything, from profound shock to immediate adoration. The uniqueness is in the fact that it evokes insights, thoughts and emotions which you already had without realising it. In other words, it tells you something new about yourself as much as about the subject matter. And it keeps telling you new things all the time. It makes you wonder, makes you think, look again, and then it keeps you wondering even more.
Hans Gadamer, the philosopher, was no dupe when he stated that the best works of art are never exhausted.
It never becomes empty. No work of art addresses us always in the same way. The result is we must answer it differently each time we encounter it. Other susceptibilities, other attentiveness, other opennesses in ourselves permit that one, unique, single, and self-same unity of artistic assertion to generate an inexhaustible multiplicity of answers.
This is how it works for me in one of teH best works of art ever, Fischl's Bath Scene 2 from the Krefeld series. I put it in a thread before and I can't help doing so again.

I saw this painting last year in a Rotterdam museum. I kept coming back to it then, and I am still coming back to it in the catalogue on my bookshelf. The subject is familiar. This is me, this is you. I could be the woman, you could be the man in the picture. The woman could be a man and it wouldn't make a difference. Gender is not the subject matter here. The subject is intimacy. These two people are intimate, even physically close, yet far away with thier thoughts. Is she thinking about another lover or about her shopping list? Is he relaxed or is he unconcerned, even indifferent to her presence?
Discuss, those who feel like it.
Oh, and let's try to measure our various points of view against the Fischl painting, as a common point of reference.
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