If you are interested in invisible art, interested in what invisible art is, or interested in why people would be interested in invisible art, watch this:
So, it doesn’t really bother me that they pretentiously named it MONA: museum of non-visible art (just call it invisible art. And if that is a subtle head nod towards the most popular work of art of all time, it’s a bit blasé). Nor do I care that $12,602 real dollars have been spent on non-visible art thus far (a fool and his money are easily parted.) What bothers me, is that they call it art. Here’s their own description of what MONA is:
The Non-Visible Museum is an extravaganza of imagination, a museum that reminds us that we live in two worlds: the physical world of sight and the non-visible world of thought. Composed entirely of ideas, the Non-Visible Museum redefines the concept of what is real. Although the artworks themselves are not visible, the descriptions open our eyes to a parallel world built of images and words. This world is not visible, but it is real, perhaps more real, in many ways, than the world of matter, and it is also for sale. -MONA
Beautiful idea, no? But I’ve always been under the impression that art is 98% work, and 2% inspiration. Or possibly 95% work, and 5% inspiration. Though some might even say it is 89% work, and 11% inspiration (of course, 59% of all statistics are made up on the spot anyways).
But now Brainard & Delia Carey, and James Franco are trying to tell me that art can simply be inspiration. No need to work.
I’m calling their bluff.
I don’t care if they create the stupidest, easiest piece of bull crap macaroni art taped to printer paper, at least they worked a bit to make it. At least their inspiration has a body. I feel like they are necromancy artists, trying to part the spirit and body of art. They sit down at their desk, write down an idea, and BAM! They’re done. Spirit art. No need to actually create the idea. No need to work for it. “A parallel world.” Meh. Let’s call it art.
No, sirs and ma’ams. Please call it a parallel world built of images and words, where people’s imaginations can frolick free as they read title cards and stare at blank walls. But don’t call it art. Isn’t art supposed to be what fills those walls?
The thing is, Brainard and Delia Carey, and James Franco are incredible artists. I admire the Carey’s work, and James Franco is a really good actor. Why’d they get so lazy all of a sudden?
I hope they pick their pen back up, and start creating art once more. It’d be a pity if they basked in the glow of their “misunderstood artist” title, as they made title cards of non-visible art for their thousands of non-invisible rich fans. Title cards could accidentally be thrown in the wash, or taken out with a wad of old papers . . . and be forgotten. It’d be hard to do that with the real Mona.
What do you think about non-visible art?
Have you seen any visible art you’ve been impressed with lately?