Maybe unpopular opinion but the winner is objectively better art than second place. Left makes me feel whimsy and mild joy, and right just makes me think “frog.”
Yep. Some people think skill is art. They don’t understand art. Skill is great, but art is something that makes you think or feel. The amount of skill involved doesn’t matter, except as something you think or feel, which can also mean less skill is as valuable as more skill.
Na, both are important in Art. I find it totally valid to equal skill with Art and also understand if you disagree on that, but saying that equaling them means you don’t “understand” Art is pretty harsh. After all, making you think or feel something is a skill in itself. A super detailed and close to reality picture of a frog makes me think quite a lot about the amount of time and work involved, lets me marvel at the Details and, well, skill of the artist.
I’d argue art is a communication medium. You can communicate minimally, or you can communicate with vast detail, both require skill.
Art museums are full of work that says nothing, but passed a few gatekeepers with clout keys or shock value.
Skilled rendering with nothing to say is as unimpressive as deep ideas communicated by random spatter. The viewer isn’t getting anything from it, no matter how trendy their turtleneck is.
I take a bit of issue with this idea that “the amount of skill involved doesn’t matter”, because that’s the exact logic used to say artists shouldn’t be able to afford a living, or could be replaced by algorithms.
(And yet we easily spot and mock visually exciting Ai renderings for how soulless and empty they are.)
Yes, we’ve seen impressive high-skill ultra-real pencil renderings that, in the end could sadly be replaced by a photograph, because there was no interpretation involved.
And we’ve seen awards presented for sticking bananas on walls as a “critique of modern society.”
Art is a skill. It’s a hard skill, because it’s not a solitary pursuit solely anchored in visual perfection. If nobody can understand or appreciate your point, it falls apart.
Very clearly a toad. Points deducted.
Edit: so apparently all toads are frogs, but not only that, this is a tomato frog and not a toad at all. My whole life is a lie and shit like this is why I have trust issues.
… toads are frogs.
I’ll just put this here.
Thought I was having one of those Bearenstein Bears moments but there is another dog version of this
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I unironically love this and can’t stop laughing. It’s like the “technically correct” of dog drawings.
It also captures the raw dumbass energy of that dog perfectly, you know that good boy has no conception of a screen door and has barreled through at least one. I want to pet him.
In the third grade, I won the science fair.
The competition was pretty strong. There was a kid who built a contraption to simulate a mini-tornado. Granted, it was probably his dad who built the thing, but still. There was another kid that built and programmed a robotics project. Again, probably his parents did a lot of the work, but the guy was super smart so I’m sure he did some of that work. One girl came up with an experiment to use fungus to grow plastics or something like that, I don’t remember. It’s been decades.
Me? The afternoon before the fair I had literally nothing. I grew up poor, we had a lot of junk laying around the house because my parents would go to the county dump site, dig through the trash, and bring home anything they thought was valuable or fixable. I managed to hobble together one of the light sensors from a broken night light to the electronics from a toy radio so that it only played when the lights were off. I stuffed that into a cardboard “robot”. And the people judging the science fair loved it.
So fuck you Stephanie Petty, Chris McDonald, and Dequan Shaw and your rich ass parents and your entitled ass selves. I won bitches.
