One paragraph reviews on art, movies, books, and pop culture by a know-nothing who knows it all

Monday, August 14, 2006

And Elvis Wept

Remember when artists were bohemians? When many seem to live only for the muse, acting as vessels to channel artistic expression? I was recently transported back to this time while reading a New York Times article on a Vassar College exhibit. Holland Cotter writes in depth about the lives of the featured artists: Rudy Burckhardt, Ray Johnson, and Peter Hujar. Each artist seemed to groove on his own instinct, not caring if you dug it or not. Their goal was to create, get it out, exorcise, and nuttin' else. How refreshing.