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Not trolling here, but since stomcels despise modernism, I'll just juxtapose Van Gogh's early modernist classic "a pair of shoes" with officially commissioned 'beautiful' national socialist art of Arno Breker, to show just how bad it really was.
Van Gogh's painting is minimalist, nothing flashy or tacky going on here, to the untrained eye just a picture of smelly, worn out peasant shoes on canvas, but it's limited objectal form is to be taken as a clue of some vaster reality, it conjures a deep historical depth to it: stark poverty, alienation, exploitation -- the real world of back breaking labor, sweat and tears. Through those dirty shoes alone a whole universe of social relations opens up to the viewer for interpretation.
Now take just about any Arno Breker statue, like this one for example. Already a simulacra of ancient greek art this shit is supposed to convey some sort of a life and death 'struggle', but don't be fooled by appearances as not a single scratch is to be found on his body. Artistically it's akin to some celeb Chad posing for teen Vouge with a domesticated piton. A complete triumph of style over substance.
There was little to no hermeneutic depth to Brekers art apart from misc level of idolatry "lmao dude pump some iron" or "look at these pecs lol", mostly just Chads permasquinting for some reason. another couple of exhibits:
Meanwhile a 1950s gay mag for 2.50$
Van Gogh's painting is minimalist, nothing flashy or tacky going on here, to the untrained eye just a picture of smelly, worn out peasant shoes on canvas, but it's limited objectal form is to be taken as a clue of some vaster reality, it conjures a deep historical depth to it: stark poverty, alienation, exploitation -- the real world of back breaking labor, sweat and tears. Through those dirty shoes alone a whole universe of social relations opens up to the viewer for interpretation.
Now take just about any Arno Breker statue, like this one for example. Already a simulacra of ancient greek art this shit is supposed to convey some sort of a life and death 'struggle', but don't be fooled by appearances as not a single scratch is to be found on his body. Artistically it's akin to some celeb Chad posing for teen Vouge with a domesticated piton. A complete triumph of style over substance.
There was little to no hermeneutic depth to Brekers art apart from misc level of idolatry "lmao dude pump some iron" or "look at these pecs lol", mostly just Chads permasquinting for some reason. another couple of exhibits:
Meanwhile a 1950s gay mag for 2.50$
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