Most people don’t understand much, if anything, about art. It’s either a far removed finger-painting activity for children, or an alien idea suited for drugged up hippies.
Unless it’s music.
Music’s art, ‘everyone’ likes music … so everyone knows a little somethin about art.
Above all, and in it’s relation to man in how it affects him internally … art is fuel for man’s soul; and keep in mind, this statement is coming from someone who actively and absolutely rejects faith.
I bring this up — that art is fuel for man’s soul — because I suspect many readers of this blog are like me, and explicitly practice this in their personal lives, with or without knowing it and fully understanding it.
If souls have a style, and if styles have a specific hunger, mine is almost exclusively, and ravenously, heroic.
In art and in life I don’t care for much else.
Do I enjoy comedy movies/performances? Yes. So much that my laughter universally “stands out”. So much that I’ve even seen it consistently, produce sharply negative emotional responses, from people who have committed some kind of treason in their lives.
And I’ve seen it lift up people who were uncertain of whether an adult human being could laugh so hard, so much, and so innocently.
But … I never think about comedic art, never seek it, and never chew on it after the fact. It simply doesn’t matter to me.
The same can be said for a wide variety of art. I enjoy it, but not even the best of it can leave a lasting impression on me.
Heroic art on the other hand, no matter it’s shape or form, is always on my radar. I’m always seeking it … always hunting it, and always chewing on it. It’s what literally keeps me going at times.
It’s fundamentally why I care to experience art in the first place. Everything else is a secondary consideration. A detail distantly related to a primary.
I suspect a lot of those reading are in this category. If you are, you are definitely in the minority, in spite of all the hero movies and such that have been produced over the past decade or so.
Even when popular, and if that heroic art has not been significantly sabotaged in some way, people are experiencing those things in entirely different ways, and likely enjoy them for completely different reasons (they are flashy/exciting/feed into my philosophical confusion/etc).
If you are one of these people, who is obsessed with a particular kind of art that you “just can’t put your finger on”, I’d like to take this blog post to say that you shouldn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about it.
In fact you should be quite proud of your hunger.
It’s definitely “worth a damn”, and there is no reason on earth to shy away from it, or to give it up for another form of art that you just don’t give a shit about.
If it’s the best style for you … stand up and never damn its existence by apologizing for it.