Recently I've begun to think that grand ideas and beautiful images are wasteful. The world is suffering from hunger, disease, and war, and yet those fortunate enough to experience none of this first-hand spend their days dreaming up projects to titillate their countrymen, to indulge their fantasies, to help them pass a moment or two without having to consider that their fellow beings are perishing from physical impoverishment.
Camille Paglia wrote in the
Wall Street Journal this week about the detachment of modern artists from the concerns of the "real" world:
What do contemporary artists have to say, and to whom are
they saying it? Unfortunately, too many artists have lost touch with the
general audience and have retreated to an airless echo chamber. The art world,
like humanities faculties, suffers from a monolithic political orthodoxy—an
upper-middle-class liberalism far from the fiery antiestablishment leftism of
the 1960s.
Yesterday I wrote about Jean-François
Rauzie, who makes enormous, hyper detailed photographs. The hours he puts in are equally enormous. And for what? All those hours, how might they have benefited someone without an education, without food, who lives in threat of physical harm?
This morning I was flipping through
Buddha Mind in Contemporary Art, which I received only yesterday, and found in Suzanne Lacy's article a quote from Robert Thurman's
Nagarjuna's Guidelines for Buddhist Social Activism that
was so good it sent me looking for a copy. As Google Books presents in images, rather than text, here is a jpg extract: