owningart -- why so negative?

Just an aside about what we do here. I understand certain reverences and deferments are expected in greater society regardless of personal feelings. It’s an obnoxious atheist who questions virgin birth during lent and stuff like that. In the the more exclusive society of the artistically aware there are also articles of faith that are unquestioned. I don’t care to debate them -- I’m just trying to drive around them. Art is old. We calculate the worthiness of past cultures by how well they made art and what they made art about. The impetus to deal with the world in terms of art, making and looking, might physically be in our DNA.

Here at owning art we just don’t care about fashion. Oh sure we’d like to be presentable, but when the latest style lets in drafts or hurts our feet we take a longer view and go for comfort and function. Our premise is simple -- on the wall original art is the time-release antidote to the toxic side-effects of the digitalized, stamped and extruded treadmill we’ve inherited. Art becomes, in this present condition, the distilled essence that seasons our daily porridge, a personal anchorage in the seething mob, and an intimate conversation you can have with the artist, and all artists, over a lifetime.

Art will be regionally authentic when it becomes self-sustaining, when art is bought and hung in office or home and when independent artists can earn a living making it. Owning art is exceedingly positive, suggesting a more direct dialogue between working artists and the community they serve -- more exposure, and advocating for a direct personal relationship with art based on looking and due respect for any artist who produces to the absolute limits of their ability.