Colorfield Microsoft Painting

Greetings to the readers of my blog; all two or three of you. Perhaps I should begin to advertise this blog as a blog of higher learning, so as to attract more visitors. But no matter, on to more important things. High art was never for the masses, anyways.

In accordance with our lecture by Dr. Catherine Harding, I today present to you my masterpiece /weekly creative act, in the field of "color field art". Perhaps my piece is more literal than my predecessors, but I see it as an evolution. But enough of the disclaimers.

Of course, in its current form, it is difficult to see all of its intricacies, but I shall explain them as best I can. This is my magnum opus "Life: A Trilogy with an Epilogue". It represents the three main stages of life, in addition to the short stage known as old age but here referred to as the Epilogue.

The first stage contains the green innocence and wide open mind of a child, the second the futile rebellion and new permanent tendencies of the teenagers, and the third represents the grey, narrow rut of middle age. The Epilogue is both grey and green, as the elderly try to reconnect with their childhoods despite their aged bodies. This area is also speckled with death, the small black dots, which are finally realized at the far right of the piece, solidifying into one black line.

As you can see, this "painting" is rife with meaning. During the planning stage, it took me at least an hour to conceive of completely. The execution of this masterpiece, however, took less than ten minutes. Had I the time and resources, I would have actually painted it, and even with my limited skill it would take mere hours to paint.

Is it the thought that makes the art? Dr. Harding would tell us so. But I would contest that, without the appropriate technical ability to match the underlying thought, it is not art, or at the very least, not high art. The paintings of the colorfield masters were less than impressing to me; the idea was there, and the emotion, but the technical ability seemed lacking. I am not one to say what is or isn't skill in painting, but I can tell you that, given fingerpaints in the correct colors, a toddler could make a work of the same quality, as long as the thought has already been provided by an adult. Any work can be made to mean anything by an observer, so what is the value of the thought anyways?

In closing, I would like to say that, while technical ability is not as important to visual art as the thought behind it, it is, nonetheless, important. This just may be my final visitation to the world of visual art; I hope you view my final work as the last gift of a master.