Confessions of an Art Snob

CONFESSIONS OF AN ART SNOB...
While I give little credit to the thousands of abstract artists America has spawned over the last 100 years or so, I admit to dabbling in that type of frivolity myself. I create digital abstract art, but unlike the Abstractionists, I realize that this Art Movement is a retreat from reality and a pilgrimage into a fantasy world signifying nothing at all except for color and shapes (doodling and scribbling). It is as if the Abstract Artists have turned so inward they no longer recognize or are interested in nature and society.

When I seek an aesthetic visual experience (perhaps even a sublime moment), I gaze at the Artists who are fully engaged in this world. Their subject matter shows me nature and humanity. Hence, I turn to the Realists and even the Figurative Expressionists to show me Beauty, melancholy, sadness, even despair (the stuff of life as we humans see and live it).

Some few of The Artists I take visual pleasure in are the Realists Jean-Francois Millet, Honore Daumier, Bruegel the Elder. If I feel wild and crazy, I enjoy the Expressionists Edvard Munch, James Ensor, Kathe Kollwitz and so many other "Master Painters" well skilled in their Art.

As for the ready-mades of Duchamp and others like him, well I use a ready-made every time I pee.