Accidents and other forms of creation

The other day I had an interesting conversation, an argument even, after which I and an Italian painter agreed to disagree. For me art won't save the world, however art can save a person. I strongly believe that creating honest and deeply personal pieces based on individual emotions can make the artist fully feel like a human being. One can stay alive by working through traumas and not exploding, because of spontaneous wave of pleasure. For him every piece is a statement. Should be a reflection of the world around us, a stream of light that goes through an artist-prism. The subject of a painting becomes important, because of the effort put in the action of creating it.

I think that for artists born in war, hunger, epidemic-free countries it may be really hard to make any valid statement about global issues, which they have never experienced (myself included). And I find it so pretentious, when loads of people desperately try to do so. Later of pieces like that are exhibited in modern art galleries and make people dig for some truth, inspiration, a cause of spiritual enlightenment, which are simply not in there. It's like bullshit written into your coursework just to make the amount of words right.

Today I went to the most spiritual place in the whole London – Parthenon Galleries in British Museum. After a short prayer to the Eternal Beauty of Art I took a walk and for the first time saw African display.

After a civil war in Mozambique in 1992 (read killing out the other part of the nation, who happen to have other views) there was a lot of weapon and that's pretty much it. People ended up making everyday objects out of it like for example chairs.

I saw a chair made of guns and thoughts just started to blow my mind. There may be hundreds of completely different interpretations and meanings, none of them is fake. Is it a statement of how useful killing may be? Does it reflect, how normal, prosaic fight and death became for those people? Is it a just way of showing off how jaded war makes people? Or is it an example of copping with it's aftermath – what happened, happened, we have to make a living with what's left.

It would be intriguing, fresh and honest piece of political involved art. It would, but there's no artist that claimed that this is his/her statement. It's just a piece of furniture. It has no intention of being anything else.

For me this humble chair is hundred times more worth attention than most of low-meaning, pushy items placed in the galleries, screaming for that. I really like the idea of creating something that is worth calling Art with no intention of making great art. The object that, instead of the neon sign: “you ought to make up something to tell about me, otherwise you'll be seen as an insensitive idiot!”, just nonchalantly allows to be interpreted. Deeply, honestly and to remember for a long time.

Love,

Mlle Scribbler