Mr. Magorium’s Imagination

November 20, 2007

I have a couple of extremely developed and elaborate comments to respond to and I promise to get to them soon, I have been busy with the whole finishing assignments before going home for Thanksgiving break but I couldn’t resist comment on a recent film I saw before leaving.

 

Last night I saw Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. A children’s film by all accounts and wonderful in that respect. But I am not bringing it up here for its childish qualities, I am bringing it into this discussion because despite those that see this as “low art” or “light art” or just “entertainment” or even those closer to myself who may be inclined to call this film “art” I was influenced by it and was capable from it to engage in a thoughtful discussion on imagination.

 

I love imagination and I love honoring it and playing with it. I am one of those who believe no one is ever too old to play pretend, and because of that I was really moved by the subtle dialogue and that not so subtle sentiments of this film, perhaps we as a society are too serious; we need to play pretend more.

Free Imagination!


First step towards understanding the end

November 13, 2007

Well now that I have a blog I may as well start a journal log of this rather confusing and complicated experience that is my last year in college. It’s a warm feeling, knowing that one has a place to share thoughts in such a manner as to receive feedback which can take the form of advice, support, concern, etc. What I would like to say on the eve of what promises to be a hell of a busy week is that I feel no fear what so ever in accomplishing that which I have set out to do. I know that I can achieve my goals.

But that is not all there is to it. Finding that balance between work and play, knowing when to take a break and when to buckle down and focus are hard. I don’t understand those concepts now in my 16th year of education. But I do know the journey, the struggle that is education that makes it all worth it in my mind. To be able to freely work on such an endeavor as to map out where blogs fit into our society is giving me such a purpose and a framework for this last year.

I didn’t start this post to talk about school yet it is very influential on my thoughts. I started this post to discuss the ramblings of me, because I can and want to. I want the internet world to know that I am extremely excited for the release of Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. Why might you ask, or maybe not if the answer seems obvious, is that I love imagination, childhood, and toys. God how I miss those childhood days of FAO Schwarts and G.I.Joe toys. Though for the record I am well aware of the sexism and male stereotyping that took place in that cartoon show, the toys were just simply awesome. Anyway I believe in the Neverland in all of us, that eternal child that will never cease giving us unimaginable pleasures through our imaginations. That is why I focus my academic attentions on art. For art represents the expression of that imagination, because in the end that is the best way to describe art. It is not an object, person, place, or thing. It is NOT a genre, movement, manifesto, or museum. What art is, what art can only be is an interaction, something that exists not in one part of that relationship between interacted and interactor, but rather it is that relationship. See Duchamp I found a place for Fountain, which keeps the Mona Lisa and the Olympia in place.

But I do know what lies hidden in this definition of art, the transitory nature of an interaction, the nature that an interaction can and probably will end. Thus am I suggesting then that the Mona Lisa, the most revered and commercialized piece of art in history can become a non-art object? The answer is YES. But I doubt that that will ever happen. However perhaps it already has, because who is to say that what people are going to see is not it but the ownership of that statement “I saw it” well defenders of the traditional and high art, is that interaction, that voyage and documentation, those pictures and post-cards they brought back with them, is all that art?

But wait again I am misguided, because those same traditionalists would say that no, it isn’t, but the piece remains as art because its existence as art is unaltered by how our interaction with it evolves. Here is where a disagreement develops that probably has no resolution, but I will stick by my definition of art because I do believe that the Mona Lisa is beginning to decrease in artistic value and that one day it will cease being a work of art. But then again, maybe not.