Postmodernists are a pathological cult of oblivion, they should never be allowed teaching art or near children, because their outlook is rotten to the core.
Postmodern art history is rife with short-lived movements–someone tries to reduce art to scratches, to emptiness, or to Vaseline. It is like a species that doesn’t have enough code to evolve and consequently dies.
From Modern to Postmodern Art by Dr. Stephen Hicks, philosopher. From October 6th, 2003, The Foundation for the Advancement of Art presented this at New York’s Pierre Hotel.
First published by The Atlas Society. It is rare in our contemporary postmodern culture that its representatives get a smack down. But that is what happened with the Tyler Shields’ photoshoot with Kathy Griffin holding a realistically-rendered decapitated head of Donald Trump. Massive public and professional fallout ensued, and no one was going to let …
There are people in the world who can’t stand to see that beauty and creativity exist. The guy who took a hatchet to the Pieta of Michelangelo. The Taliban leader who chose to blow up the Buddhist cliff sculptures.
The Tufts project by Jenny Polak does two things that are classic postmodern sabotage. They use the esteemed status of art, made possible by great artists, to elevate a protest to a grander status. And by dedicating their reputation, resources, and their art department to juvenile protest posters scattered around the campus they suck the life out of aesthetic innovation, advancement, and the soul of art.
Michael Newberry’s presentation of the contrast between insanely praised postmodern artists with the most innovative and forward looking figurative artists practicing right now.
I was relieved that my article Pandora’s Box Part III was published in the Free Radical (magazine and online) in 2002, while this Scruton publication was released in November 2009.
30,000 years before there was religion, before there was writing, and 33,000 years before philosophy there was visual art—the first and most important step in humankind’s evolution. With the pull and roots so deep anyone touched with the art gift feels a calling that only death can extinguish. It is a sacred calling holding the weight of humanity’s wellbeing and hope.
In the universe of The Third Memory, the advertisements, the politicians, the movies, and the magazines promise us an exciting, rewarding life, a life filled with “spectacle”, yet everyone is out to outmaneuver everyone else. The consequences of this manipulation are etched on the body of a suicidal transsexual who hallucinates about the perfect existence and it inspires a holdup man to shout, “I want people out there, I want reporters out there, they’re what’s keeping me alive.”