Comments on: Art Without Frame: Is It Art? http://blog.menaker.com/2007/05/14/art-without-frame-is-it-art/ Igor Menaker Fine Art Photography Thu, 28 Aug 2008 06:12:22 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.1 By: Nadya http://blog.menaker.com/2007/05/14/art-without-frame-is-it-art/#comment-63 Nadya Wed, 23 May 2007 02:57:27 +0000 http://blog.menaker.com/2007/05/14/art-without-frame-is-it-art/#comment-63 Игорь, Вы обратили внимание на очень интересную статью и задались вопросом на который, наверно, однозначно ответить невозможно. Если коротко: что для человека ценно в искусстве, когда и где он это способен воспринять? Настоящее от подделки может отличить только тот, кто сам вовлечён в эту сферу деятельности. А остальные при желании получают образование и повышают свой культурный уровень by Art labeled as “art”. При том я вполне допускаю, что какому-нибудь дяде Ване будет более люб рисунок, выполненный его сыном, чем некоторые произведения в музее. Об узнаваемости я вообще молчу. А в метро вникать: он под фонограмму играет или нет, наверно, людям было недосуг. Обнадёживает то, что хоть кто-то его узнал! Спасибо. Игорь, Вы обратили внимание на очень интересную статью и задались вопросом на который, наверно, однозначно ответить невозможно.
Если коротко: что для человека ценно в искусстве, когда и где он это способен воспринять? Настоящее от подделки может отличить только тот, кто сам вовлечён в эту сферу деятельности. А остальные при желании получают образование и повышают свой культурный уровень by Art labeled as “art”. При том я вполне допускаю, что какому-нибудь дяде Ване будет более люб рисунок, выполненный его сыном, чем некоторые произведения в музее. Об узнаваемости я вообще молчу. А в метро вникать: он под фонограмму играет или нет, наверно, людям было недосуг. Обнадёживает то, что хоть кто-то его узнал!
Спасибо.

]]> By: TA http://blog.menaker.com/2007/05/14/art-without-frame-is-it-art/#comment-62 TA Mon, 21 May 2007 19:28:37 +0000 http://blog.menaker.com/2007/05/14/art-without-frame-is-it-art/#comment-62 Last summer I was at the concert in Tanglewood, which is the summer home for Boston Symphony. It is magnificent estate with several concert halls and lavishing manicured gardens in the Berkshire Mountains and it has a long history associated with famous musicians from the beginning of the century. It is located half-way between. Boston and NY and always attracts huge crowds of the music fans. Joshua Bell was playing the Sibelius. The concert hall that has no walls, only roof, and the surrounding green lawn, accommodated about 7,000 people both inside and outside. Even though, some of the talented professionals made faces and critical comments about the "suffocated" sound of his violin, the reaction of the audience reminded me the concert of the Beatles that I saw in some old documentaries. With the last sounds the crowd screamed hysterically and the hordes of young girls from Julliard ran to the exit from the stage to intercept him. When I finally get outside the hall there was a line several hundred people spiraling around the garden, waiting for his autograph, the luckiest in the beginning of the line were handling him their babies to have a photograph with The Joshua Bell, so when that baby will grow up and play violin... it was so strange to read half a year later that article about the subway. Last summer I was at the concert in Tanglewood, which is the summer home for Boston Symphony. It is magnificent estate with several concert halls and lavishing manicured gardens in the Berkshire Mountains and it has a long history associated with famous musicians from the beginning of the century. It is located half-way between. Boston and NY and always attracts huge crowds of the music fans.

Joshua Bell was playing the Sibelius. The concert hall that has no walls, only roof, and the surrounding green lawn, accommodated about 7,000 people both inside and outside. Even though, some of the talented professionals made faces and critical comments about the “suffocated” sound of his violin, the reaction of the audience reminded me the concert of the Beatles that I saw in some old documentaries.

With the last sounds the crowd screamed hysterically and the hordes of young girls from Julliard ran to the exit from the stage to intercept him. When I finally get outside the hall there was a line several hundred people spiraling around the garden, waiting for his autograph, the luckiest in the beginning of the line were handling him their babies to have a photograph with The Joshua Bell, so when that baby will grow up and play violin… it was so strange to read half a year later that article about the subway.

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