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My personal cutoff point is that I have no background in art whatsoever, so if a weird painting generates rave reviews but looks stupid af to me, that means it was made for an audience I’m not a part of. Which is fine- YA adult novels and Japanese comics and treatises on Cambodian architecture by and large fail to interest me because I’m not the target audience.

But I do kind of object to the idea that I’M the one who was caught lacking. If Piet Mondrian paints a lot of squares and lines in primary colors intending to provoke a feeling, and the only feeling that is provoked in me is “why am I bothering with this”, then I would assign the blame for the failure to connect on egalitarian lines- me for not being art-aware and him for being weird and meta.

But every so often, some piece of art seeps through the filter and I could stare at it for hours, remember it for years. My personal indifference to art that I don’t “get” is pierced through and the feelings flow.

I saw this mosaic (http://blogs.getty.edu/iris/files/2016/04/gm_00766201_800x800-1.jpg?x45884) at the Getty Villa Roman art exhibition in LA and it haunted me for years. I couldn’t remember a goddamn thing about the little label on it- all I could remember were the boxers. One standing tall and proud, the other drifting off to one side gushing blood from the head. A bull was in the background- why? No idea. Maybe it was a metaphor for stubbornness in the ring. The effect of the mosaic was hypnotic, like an early form of pointalism where the individual stones implied so much more shape and movement and detail than they actually gave. The winner showed no exhaustion, but strutted away chest out. The loser had all his weight on his right foot, implying a plodding gait as his head leaked blood. The bull was upset at something, God alone knows what.

Finally I lost my patience and google searched for it years later with the description “two Roman boxers mosaic bleeding bull” and finally got the context. It was piece of fanart, basically. There was a scene from Virgil’s Aeneid where two boxers- a young, fierce up and comer from Troy and a champion from Sicily who was maybe losing his touch as he aged- go at it in the old timey Olympics. The older champion is expected to go down, but instead fights furiously and bashes the living daylights out of the youngin’ so hard that the refs stop the fight to prevent the Sicilian from accidentally murdering the Trojan. The champ wins again and is awarded the prize bull, which he piously sacrifices to the gods by PUNCHING A FUCKING HOLE IN THE BULL’S SKULL.

The art captures the moment where the champion struts off, coming down from the adrenaline high of the fight, his opponent still staggered and bloodied, and the bull dying in the background.

I don’t think it was a coincidence that the boxers’ mosaic breached my defenses while abstract artists mostly don’t. Even with context, I can’t bring myself to give a fuck about shapes; even without context, rocks embedded onto the floor haunted my dreams. That’s because Mondrian was painting for himself and for his fellow artists, who had their own meta thing going on that I was not a part of; the artist who crafted the mosaic in the ancient Roman Empire was doing it for normal people to go “oh shit! I love that story” when they walked into the villa.

EyeofHurin's avatar

You admit that you may be stretching, but it seems to me that you're projecting a resentment into Yglesias's tweets that is uncharitable at best. I see far more "jimmies rustled" in the response than in the tweets.

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