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Art is always for its own sake…?

While reading Lust for Life, I started wondering how on earth is one to define what art is. A small, succinct definition or description. This is significant because I read about how Van Gogh’s work was so not accepted in his lifetime and how so many years later, he came to be considered as one of the purest masters of his art. Likewise the so-called afficionados of classical music balk at rock, the rock enthusiasts can’t acknowledge metal as an art form in its own right, the *metal* guys scoff at hip-hop, the list goes on…

My definition of art is ‘an honest and uninhibited form of self-expression’. Period. Having said that, it is self-evident that any expression is open to interpretation. There is no right or wrong interpretation; they are just interpretations. Therefore, no interpretation is *better* than the other. If I love Indian classical music and someone else doesn’t, I have no right to classify him as a philistine simply because the love for classical music doesn’t qualify me as any better than one who doesn’t enjoy it. It is rather simple to fall into that trap because classical music has this esoteric quality to it which makes it rather elite to enjoy it. So much so that one can easily carry on an act of enjoying the music purely because it lends such a class flavour to oneself and one’s tastes. A truckload of crap, strictly speaking…

Appreciation of poetry, classical music, classic art and such has been made too much of. I do concede that to really appreciate these arts is not simple only because in their purest form, they don’t lend themselves to easy listening/viewing/watching. If you don’t follow Indian classical music, you may not really enjoy yourself at a concert. And if someone else does follow it and enjoy it, credit is due for the effort that the person has put in. But it ends there… There is no lesser or greater degree in appreciation, I think.

I am sure that sub-consciously, I also indulge in these *categorisations* inasmuch as I hate it. But I’m determined to try… To remove these ridiculous barriers from my head.

P.S. I think I know where these lofty ideas come from. The more *deep* and esoteric your interpretation sounds, the more impressive is your self-image. Therefore, if I watch Fight Club and don’t view it as a film on existential angst and duality, there must be something very commonplace about my imagination. Therefore, I flunk…:-)