
fourboltmain said:I've never been sure of colors myself, ever since I was a kid. How do I know that oranges are really orange? The orange I see may be yellow to you.

Cosette said:I really do wonder about how in touch one has to be with reality to create art, though... Like for example, if a boy was placed in a plain white room as soon as he was born (let's say he's also blind and deaf, and has no sense of touch - just go with it for a moment...), with no furniture... just a white floor, white walls, no windows, etc... and grew up without education, interaction... Does this boy have an imagination? Can he visualize anything at all? Does he dream?

Cosette said:I really do wonder about how in touch one has to be with reality to create art, though... Like for example, if a boy was placed in a plain white room as soon as he was born (let's say he's also blind and deaf, and has no sense of touch - just go with it for a moment...), with no furniture... just a white floor, white walls, no windows, etc... and grew up without education, interaction... Does this boy have an imagination? Can he visualize anything at all? Does he dream?



tinuvielberen said:Hmm...after further consideration, I'd have to say that life definitely imitates art.
A few years ago I saw a couple of art videos at Tate Modern. One consisted of a man jumping up and down and repeating the word "Work" over and over again. The other was of the same man, shaking his head and desperately crying "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..."
My husband and I were greatly amused by these videos and have made much fun of them from time to time over the years.
Today, after many months of being driven absolutely batshit crazy by my job, and...finally...being pushed over the edge....
...I found myself jumping up and down, saying "Work! Work! Work! Work! Work! Work! Work!"--followed by "no no no no no no no no!"
The artist was a genius. I never knew....![]()
...that's fantastic...!!...
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