A fair amount of the art featured in this blog is graffiti, street art, urban art. One reason for this is that some of the most interesting new visual art is street art. There is an element of excitement in finding masterpieces on the street - there is also the element of democracy with art being on the walls around town and out of the galleries.
Lou Reed and/or John Cale channelling Andy Warhol in Songs for Drella wrote
The trouble with a classicist, he looks at a tree, that's all he sees, he paints a tree. The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky, he doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky.
Perhaps Warhol was thinking of this picture in the Philadelphia Museum of Art by Alexandre Calame.
The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log and he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log. Surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud, while those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic.
The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style. It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile. They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck. They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck
So, that's the trouble with classicists, impressionists, surrealists, downtown macho painters and personalities. Did Andy/Lou/John rate any art forms? Course they did:
I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains
I like their lack of training, their primitive technique
I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school
I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool
The sort of artist that exists on a diet of Relentless and Pot Noodles.