How does an unassuming work of art become so widely admired, understood and therefore mainstream? Why does it occur? And why do I feel sort of foul when saying that not all mainstream occurrences are bad just because they are mainstream?
Sharing a cup of coffee in the city center of Groningen, I took a trip in the wonders of Teddy’s Last Ride with their creative producer, Agnese Fiocchi.
The art world: where paintings are sold and bought for fortunes. The cynical eye and mind of a purist art lover may see in this statement the sad state art is reduced to – serving as a form of currency – despite this having been the inescapable case since time immemorial.
“And the Emmy for “Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series” goes to… Billy Porter!” And just like that, 2019 marked the first year where an openly gay black man won an Emmy.
Once upon a time, in a far far land, was a woman named Ludovica. Ludovica was a sensational, confident and luminous being. She was also a happy being. Ludovica wasn’t trapped in any tower, she had no evil stepmother and didn’t need a prince on a white stallion to save her from an embarrassing situation.
A contradictio in terminis, aka a contradiction in terms, – if I’ve ever known one- in its direct senses, but as interconnected as pen and paper can be:
Attending the theatre always causes a sense of occasion, and with the novelty of returning to these hallowed halls as the pandemic hopefully reaches its conclusion, this has become all the more true.
It is rare to find an artwork in the contemporary culture industry that does not include elements already seen in the past, does not use clichés and/or cannot be tracked back to any other work that has been created before.
When I first brought the topic of commercial art to the table, I felt a certain reluctance or, at the very least, a hesitation from the writers to start a discussion on the topic. However, by the end of our brainstorming session, I had to cut the conversation short to not go overboard on our time frame.
It’s morning. It’s that moment where I am not sure I am awake yet or if I will go back to sleep like this moment never happened. My eyes are still heavy. But there is a dim light that forces me to open my eyes...