A couple years I wrote about what would become of art, and made the argument that after art becomes technically easier because of technology, "what remains and what we call art will fall into three main channels: (1) art as great stories, (2) art as the journey of the artist in their time, and (3) art as an epic endeavor."
I still believe so but I was missing a couple of arenas.
First, art that remains technically challenging but requires different sorts of capabilities, such as Sarah Jarrett's art. This sort of artist will need to be able to manipulate apps, mix photographs with filters, draw in 3-D, tap into the crowd - and still be able to surface a vision that calls forth from all of us something that is wordless but felt.
Then, there is the art that is deeply personal, almost individual. While art has always been personal to the artist, technology has created a situation where we are all able to create this sort of art, even those of us without a claim to the title. I can take a photo of my mother, an aged torn scrap with yellowed edges, from her first years in this country when she was lovely and full of hope, and make something beautiful from it. I can put that transformed photo on my wall and even if it's untutored and rough, it will always remind me of the passing of time, of joyous memories, and the greatest love I might ever experience in my entire life.
I still believe so but I was missing a couple of arenas.
First, art that remains technically challenging but requires different sorts of capabilities, such as Sarah Jarrett's art. This sort of artist will need to be able to manipulate apps, mix photographs with filters, draw in 3-D, tap into the crowd - and still be able to surface a vision that calls forth from all of us something that is wordless but felt.
Then, there is the art that is deeply personal, almost individual. While art has always been personal to the artist, technology has created a situation where we are all able to create this sort of art, even those of us without a claim to the title. I can take a photo of my mother, an aged torn scrap with yellowed edges, from her first years in this country when she was lovely and full of hope, and make something beautiful from it. I can put that transformed photo on my wall and even if it's untutored and rough, it will always remind me of the passing of time, of joyous memories, and the greatest love I might ever experience in my entire life.
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