This spirited man lives in a time when just about anything can be called art in college. He learned that the reason just about anything could be called art is because about a hundred years ago a guy said that a toilet was art and everybody believed him. The guy didn't even make the toilet so now it seems like they call everything art, but this can't be thanks. The spirited man, not everything, can be art, so what the hell is art to help him understand.
What is art this spirited man did an experiment. He took a work of art that he knew in his bones to be a work of art, though he didn't know why and went on a quest to determine why this work of art was a work of art. His experiment was strange and not scientific. In fact, it may have been the opposite of scientific, because the spirited man was experimenting in the realm of feelings, not empirical facts for his strange experiment.
This spirited man retyped this work of art. Then he put some kind of adhesive on the back of the typed pages. Then he cut out each line of type with an alpha. He mounted the lines of type to a gigantic sheet of paper.
Also, he redrew the drawings from the original work of art, his favorite, drawing drawing his favorite drawing. Was this one and it's a drawing of a butthole? This work took months during which the spirited man listened to comedians on his broken headphones. The experiment had served its purpose. This spirited man understood now what made this work of art a work of art.
What made this work of art a work of art is that it preserved the human spirit, that's what a work of art does. A work of art preserves the human spirit. This spirited man felt satisfied with this understanding. He wondered if his experiment would be considered a work of art, then suspected he would never know because he could never see it all at once for the first time.
The way others could he could only see it gradually as it was made. This spirited man watched a movie a movie about an artist in this movie. They showed this book. The spirited man read this book.
This book gave a very simple definition of art. The book's author was a great artist, so the definition had considerably more weight than the spirited man's definition. The author was disgusted by what passed for art in his day too. His day was over a hundred years ago, he said that art had been taken over by snobby, rich folks and phony artists, who wanted to be like the snobby rich folks.
The author's simple definition of art was that it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced. In other words, art makes. You feel something the artist once felt. He said that dickens, a christmas carol, for instance, was a genuine piece of art.
He also said that so-called art had become so exclusive that it came to nothing. The spirited man wondered if the author, when he wrote this book, had any idea of the fate that awaited the snobby rich folks and the phony artists who wanted to be like them. Thank you to the comedians who got us through this very difficult year. Thank you for preserving the feeling of laughter. You once felt filtering it through your artistic discipline and conveying it to us. Thank you, joe rogan dave, chappelle theovonne, tim dillon, bert crusher, ari shafir, tom segura, christina pizzitzky, mark maron, ali wong, whitney cummings, donnell, rawlings hannah bell, burris duncan trussell tony hinchcliffe norm; mcdonald, brian regan bill burr, brian regan louis ck, chris rock jerry seinfeld larry, david jb, Smoove andrew schultz, david spade joey diaz and the rest of you, you.
As an armature stand up, youโre welcome Van. Itโs a pretty neat feeling to make a room full of strangers laugh, and an absolute super power to be comfortable when they donโt.
The hairs stood up when all of the comedians I have engulfed my life with scrolled past the typewriter, I connected with this channel from the first video and now I understand why. Thank you!
Heyโฆ.. I know monitory value of two videos a week is important to live and provide for your family but Iโd wait months for something like thisโฆ.. again and again.
Aloha from Hawaii.
My art is wood carving and making a garden work. At times I do laugh at my folly, and yes the comedians add to the flavor of life. Thanks to those who get in front of a microphone.
I love when someone references marcel Duchamp. He made submitted the toilet because two of his pieces were rejected from that art show one being named "Nude descending a staircase" solely for the reason that the title contained the word nude but did not contain any actual nudity. The other one said something about Jesus i believe.
Comedians are the court jesters; the only ones who can speak truth to the king. They're also the canary in the coal mine. If they are silenced, something awful is afoot.
The preservation of the human spirit and the conveyance of feeling the artist once felt.
That is the perfect answer to the question: โwhat is art?โ
Thank you, oh spirited one. Thank YOU.
Yes, but also the most horrible, dull, deficient, cranky, phony, rich, depressive, rarest, common, tiny things can elicit or transmit feelings through the work of some medium (material/immaterial) delivered by some kind of agent (human/non-human), so that a work of art can be literally anything that stimulate anyone – coming back to the issue that was discussed in the first place. Feelings are a vessel too much huge, even though I would say that coherence is not the best way maybe to approach art, but a floating constellation of propositions oriented toward specific needs and/or wonderings, so let's get more things in the bag: feelings, self-awareness, the sheen of mystery, a tiny veiled threat to order, a chaotic generative desire for the unknown, a set of bridges, a cold sun within a burning earth, and an unsettling stable balancing that conduce ourselves to some kind of peace – containing in itself more worlds that we can even imagine. The interaction of these propositions (and many more? Or maybe other clusters that speak between them without necessarily blur) in the same room could – maybe – open up a space for a conception of art and the human spirit (fleeting birds that take the real flight when you stop looking at them, i have always thought)