What is the Purpose of Art?
I have an odd relation to art. I grew up on an volcanic island in the Oslo fjord in Norway. The pearl of the Oslo fjord they called it. It has beautiful beaches and nature which is quite unlike other places in Norway because the lords of the old manors scattered around the island imported trees from all over Europe and planted them there. Thus the forrest is quite different from what you find in the rest of Norway.
My parents followed an old Norwegian tradition, of taking long walks on sunday. I think most Norwegian kids when exposed to this, hate it. Me and my brother sure did. Ironically we did not stop taking these walks when we got older and had a choice. It became part of you. We had simply come to appreciate walking through the beautiful countryside of the island of Jeløya. One thing almost everybody on the island loved doing was walking through the forrest and countryside all the way to the F15 manor.
Some lord had long ago owned it but today and in my childhood it had become an art gallery. The place also had a very popular café. It served special pastry that everyone in my home town Moss loved. That was part of the joy. You walk for a long time, and then you sit down in the sun outside the manor, looking out over the Oslo fjord and eat your delicious pastry. Maybe you would have a chat with the next table over. Since everybody went hiking there, it seemed like you met every old friend, relative or colleague sooner or later if you went there. As I got older I would meet my old teachers.
Enough about pastry! What about the art? Since this was our destination we might as well have a look at the art right? And thus every week through my childhood year after year I watched art. Mostly modern art. They always had lots of arts installations in the natural surroundings.
My parents where kind of the liberal arts intellectuals that took an interest in art. My…