Post #866 • September 8, 2006, 8:43 AM • 18 Comments
"Certainly its 60-foot-long flow of looping, swooping characters - they twist and shout; pump up, slim down; leave skid marks behind them - blurs distinctions between writing and painting, control and spontaneity, virtuosity and accident." Holland Cotter raves about Brush and Ink: The Chinese Art of Writing at the Met.
"Now imagine saying, 'Come here, Snowflake' to the cat. Snowflake might glance over, walk to a nearby table, rub it, lie down, and look at you. There's nothing direct about this. Yet something gigantic and very much like art has happened. The cat has placed a third object between you and itself. In order to understand the cat you have to be able to grasp this nonlinear, indirect, holistic, circuitous communication. In short, art is a cat." Jerry Saltz, after a rambling tirade against some straw-man neo-Cartesians (like whom? We never find out), but concluding with a point that is at least amusing to us cat aficionados. (AJ)
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