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Same applies to steam engine drivers.
You'll have heard that expression about a shiny shovel.
Love The Art, Hate The Artist?
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You'll have heard that expression about a shiny shovel.
Bad Bungle
Tutti but not Frutti.
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You'd think that a detectorist would always have a spade handy to give a 'Christian burial', but judging by the copse at the Spring Detectival this year - apparently not.
Sharon Hill
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I highly recommend this book - Monsters: A Fan's Dilemma by Claire Dederer
https://www.clairedederer.com/monsters
Can we love the work of Hemingway, Polanski, Miles Davis, or Picasso? Should we love it? Does genius deserve special dispensation? Is male monstrosity the same as female monstrosity? Does art have a mandate to depict the darker elements of the psyche? And what happens if the artist stares too long into the abyss? She explores the audience's relationship with artists from Woody Allen to Michael Jackson, asking: How do we balance our undeniable sense of moral outrage with our equally undeniable love of the work? In a more troubling vein, she wonders if an artist needs to be a monster in order to create something great. And if an artist is also a mother, does one identity inexorably, and fatally, interrupt the other? Highly topical, morally wise, honest to the core, Monsters is certain to incite a conversation about whether and how we can separate artists from their art.
It was different that what I expected but worth the read.
https://www.clairedederer.com/monsters
Can we love the work of Hemingway, Polanski, Miles Davis, or Picasso? Should we love it? Does genius deserve special dispensation? Is male monstrosity the same as female monstrosity? Does art have a mandate to depict the darker elements of the psyche? And what happens if the artist stares too long into the abyss? She explores the audience's relationship with artists from Woody Allen to Michael Jackson, asking: How do we balance our undeniable sense of moral outrage with our equally undeniable love of the work? In a more troubling vein, she wonders if an artist needs to be a monster in order to create something great. And if an artist is also a mother, does one identity inexorably, and fatally, interrupt the other? Highly topical, morally wise, honest to the core, Monsters is certain to incite a conversation about whether and how we can separate artists from their art.
It was different that what I expected but worth the read.