It's a very interesting and possibly quite indeterminate matter, what you just said. I'd like to share with you my personal experience that, beyond the lessons of abstract expressionism, the power of the fauvists or the clashed identities of Picasso and Dali's manic enthusiasm, I feel I have learnt a lot but not found much to my liking. To express myself a little smug, "not to my taste".
For me the visual arts are hobbies - I have very limited technical knowledge, so I claim neither specialization nor authority on the subject. It's just that... modern painting in particular and modernity in general feel aggressive, obsessive, almost schizophrenic in some aspects, often too extreme - from my personal perspective, of course.
It was the cinematic work of Peter Greenaway that first opened my eyes to the great possibilities classical painting still holds today. And I realized that, after my exposure to all sorts of visual stimuli, I still like Rembrandt and Vermeer more than I do Ingres or Kandinsky.
I recall something a good friend, psychologist in profession, once told me: "... he throws semen at the audience, on their faces, their bodies. I know semen's there; no need to expose it like that. The kind of art that infatuates me is the one which shows me semen where I never thought it could lie."
Thanks for dropping by Rhyn. That was when I painted primarily in oils,so a different process than today. I use to paint it first like a mono colour. One layer of solid paint and then lift out the details with paint thinner. Once I got the tone right I would rough out the painting in the broadest pallet possible. Then glaze in the details. A long process. I must have had extreme patience in those days.
You're so very welcome and that is wonderfully inspiring to hear! I am also so glad you like my quote. I found myself encouraging it in other people and realized I needed to remind myself just as much, so it has become a bit of a mantra for me
Thanks Jennifer, detail is my curse. I tried to paint looser when I was younger but I am compulsive obsessive so I keep coming back and fiddle the paint until I run out of thing to fiddle. In the last few years I have embraced this curse and am much happier for it.