"Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art."
- Brian Eno (via niallmcclelland)
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How to Flirt in Art Museums
pixiefallingupthestairs:
- Stare at the same painting, quietly admiring it’s beauty until intended target glances over.
- Start conversation about the piece.
- Part ways, but accidentally bump into each other in other rooms/museum cafe.
- Leave wondering if you’ll ever see each other again.
Or, you know, you could just write your number on your forehead. That works, too.
Seriously though.
(via wine-loving-vagabond)
"I’ve always been a very good judge of people. That’s why I like so few of them."
- Donna Van Lier (via wine-loving-vagabond)
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"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should."
- Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)
(Source: benedictsmith, via langleav)
"I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me."
- Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit (via larmoyante)
(via langleav)