There is a Brain Storming Discussion in the Virtual-Art Factory Symposium.
The Debate is about if Liberal Arts are pieces of Merchandise in the Market Economy.
It is a Lyrical Conflict of Prominent Artists
in the Interdisciplinary Studio.
Some Art Academics, Art Lovers, Art Militants
and Digital Artists are proposing Poetic-Images and
Performed-Writings in Virtual Scenarios.
The Proliferation of many Multitalented Artists in this Electronic-Age are Welcome.
There is also Impressive-Legendary Figures with Fantastic Visions in the Parliament of Dreamers.
All the imagination and creativity used in the realm of politics is been used on corporative consumerism.
The spirit of art is being challenged by a monumental industry of entertainment.
The natural environment of creation is arts.
The capital expression of arts is creation.
The reality of art is the reality of inspiration.
If there is no inspiration in the creation then we have to invent it.
So, Minimalism is an expression of a decaying culture.
The West cannot dictate an aesthetic principle for the rest of the world.
The imperative of politics cannot submit the power of creation or the human aspiration for freedom.
Arts are a liberating and humanizing force in itself
The art-scene were full of progressive revolutionary´s.
The whole fauna of dreamers were in the vernissage:
ancient warriors, temporary heroes, living goddess,
queens, nymphs, mermaids, gypsy's, Venusians, feminist's, sadhus, merchants, tourists, pirates, egomaniacs, wizards, conquerors, archangels, gurus, narcissist’s and many falling angels disguised as erotic’s archetypes.
But, what challenge my imagination most
and catch my photographic eyes in once
was the figure of an attractive tormented Musa
that was not dressed to impress me
but dressed as an sculptural piece of art.
I meet her in the streets of Frankfurt.
Her body language was a clear message to me.
Who was this Goddess who loves me while I was sleeping in my dream revolution?
The whole fauna of dreamers were in the vernissage:
ancient warriors, temporary heroes, living goddess,
queens, nymphs, mermaids, gypsy's, Venusians, feminist's, sadhus, merchants, tourists, pirates, egomaniacs, wizards, conquerors, archangels, gurus, narcissist’s and many falling angels disguised as erotic’s archetypes.
But, what challenge my imagination most
and catch my photographic eyes in once
was the figure of an attractive tormented Musa
that was not dressed to impress me
but dressed as an sculptural piece of art.
I meet her in the streets of Frankfurt.
Her body language was a clear message to me.
Who was this Goddess who loves me while I was sleeping in my dream revolution?
There was an exhibition of an exhibitionist
and I was fascinated by the visual plasticity
of his work and of his cultural offensive.
