This year for my birthday, my wife and I visited the Indianapolis Museum of Art because I wanted to see the traveling Ai Weiwei exhibit while it was in town. Fascinating collection of provocative, disturbing, convicting works and images.
My wife captured this thought, one of several typeset on the museum walls for the occasion.
If the artist works hard but doesn’t change any aspect of the world, not even a minute tweak, is the result still art? How many tries should they be allowed?
If the artist has no definitive aspiration, can they still effect change? What sort of deadline should we give them?
(Mood: contemplative. Music: Bob Mould, Black Sheets of Rain.)