‘Reality changes,’ Brecht remarked, and ‘in order to represent it, modes of representation must also change.’
In this sense, a lot of Postmodern art is as realist in its own way as Stendhal or Tolstoy. It is faithful to a world of surfaces, random sensations and schizoid human subjects. Postmodernism takes off when we come to realise that reality itself is now a kind of fiction, a matter of image, virtual wealth, fabricated personalities, media-driven events, political spectaculars and the spin-doctor as artist.
Instead of art reflecting life, life has aligned itself with art. In portraying itself, then, art ends up miming reality.
source Terry Eagleton http://www.lrb.co.uk/v25/n20/terry-eagleton/pork-chops-and-pineapples
In this sense, a lot of Postmodern art is as realist in its own way as Stendhal or Tolstoy. It is faithful to a world of surfaces, random sensations and schizoid human subjects. Postmodernism takes off when we come to realise that reality itself is now a kind of fiction, a matter of image, virtual wealth, fabricated personalities, media-driven events, political spectaculars and the spin-doctor as artist.
Instead of art reflecting life, life has aligned itself with art. In portraying itself, then, art ends up miming reality.
source Terry Eagleton http://www.lrb.co.uk/v25/n20/terry-eagleton/pork-chops-and-pineapples
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