Millou's

Today was quite an interesting and inspirational day for me (and for my whole class, I think). We received a movie director at school and had a philosophical discussion about art and attitude. One of the questions (not the most important one, though) I was faced with today was:

What is art? Does it depend on the other people's reaction, or is it's only purpose to be an expression of yourself? Does it even have a purpose at all?

I'm not an expert on what comes to art, but it seems to me that it is something extremely personal. It's a piece of you, but outside your shell and visible to all. I don't think art depends on the others - I don't believe in art made with a purpose. There's no purpose in art - art simply IS. Art is art. Art is what the artist feels, what the artist shares of himself with the world. If it's so elaborated and complicated that it becomes a treaty, I'm sorry to say that, in my opinion, it looses it's beauty. Complexity ruins emotions. And art is, at least to me, emotion.

I watched a really nice film on Saturday (500 Days with Summer - beautiful!) and I clearly remember one scene: the two main characters (a couple) were at a museum, staring at poo. Maybe not real poo (at least I hope so...), but their comment about such a deep piece of art was: "Let's go to the cinema instead".

I think this is the classic ridiculous example of a "message-passing" art. I honestly can't see the point. Every single one of us has a unique perspective of the world and it doesn't make any sense to try to make people see what we want them to see in a sample of poo.

yours,

millou