ANIMATED GIFS ARE USEFUL

Animated gifs can become ridiculous in scope and execution. This piece below, which also falls under Street Art, is a good example (via engadget.com)

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The Biggest GIF-ITI painting on the planet!

2015

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Dimensions Variable

A commentator there admitted that he does not see the point of this work.

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Why do we make art?

The Little Prince answers: It is useful because it is beautiful.

Isn’t that enough?

 

Alain de Botton would argue otherwise. Art is useful because it tells us something about ourselves. It guides us towards making changes to live a more meaningful life. It reminds us that time passes, that relationships are hard, that the divine should be revered.

 

Art is never pointless. I may not always like it, and I may not always get it, but art is never pointless.

 

It is the time we spend making our art that makes art so important. No artist goes out to just make a pretty picture. Even those that say they do are really doing more: they are making images as a solace for their own souls, and in making their images available to others, we might find solace too.

 

Yes. I’m arguing that Portchie and Vader Claerhout also made meaningful art. I don’t have to agree with their methods, nor do I have to like the result. But that does not mean their art is pointless.

 

No art is pointless.

 

If someone calls it art, it is art. If I walk between the stream and the weeping willow to bring tiny flowers to the nest I wove, and I want to call these actions art, even if it was never witnessed by anyone except the birds and the fish, then the time spent walking and gathering is not meaningless. And if someone wants to spend days planning and executing a series of graffiti paintings and photograph it by satellite, and xe calls it art, then the time spent was worthwhile.

 

Art is a worthy and noble pursuit. The transience of animated gifs reminds us that time is constantly passing. The gifs loops, reminding us that our psychological processes happen in cycles, that we end up again at the beginning.

 

This specific anigif talks about the profound absurdity of universal love: The joy the heart can feel; How far-reaching simple things can be.

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