I’M A REAL VIEWER (Text)

‘it is usually thought, and rightly so that to understand ‘X’, we must know what it is to be ‘X’, or to be an ‘X’, so that we understand what ‘X’ is not. I am a real viewer; when I am confronted with an object I see, I view, I do not look. I view its beauty, I judge its form, I declare it art or not. I proclaim, I ordain “This is art!” Yet, I proclaim what I cannot define.
....can art simply be considered whatever an artist makes? We have no other definition, or can it be left that it has no explanation, only a kind of ‘family resemblance’. But I know art when I see it .... I know the work of the artist. The artists are its author and I am its viewer. Art cannot be a form of taste and judgement, for it surely would not escape its classification as trend or fashion. It would thus become subjective. We may enjoy a sunset together, but I do not approve of your taste in art.
....it cannot be its context as that is a masquerade of meaning as definition. Definition is objective, universal, not interpretive, at least that is it’s aim. It cannot be idealized, as we are only human and cannot channel ‘otherness’ into this very real world.
.... art can rely on its author. I know ‘X’ is art, because ‘X’ is its author, the artist. Thus art is what an artist makes. To pronounce what is art, is the artists role, as long as it survives all kinds of delays. But it is I, who interpret it‘s meaning, it’s context, I proclaim it art too. There cannot be any art without me, therefore I too, am the artist. I co-exist, artist and viewer, both real. “Everyone is an artist” not quite, for I am real. The birth of the viewer, must be at the cost of the death of the artist.’