Art for Art’s Sake

Who says?

Since I was a little girl, I’ve been fascinated with pictographs. Growing up in the Southwest, we were accustomed to seeing them on our hikes and adventures in the mountains and deserts. We knew they were special — that they were a link to our past and ancient times.

Despite their beauty, there was always a rebellious part of me that was like, “Maybe that was just some kid drawing on the wall of his neighbor’s fence…”

And now it’s art. It’s history. It’s how we define how ancient peoples lived and communicated.

Because there’s beauty in graffiti. There’s beauty in making your mark, and defining your place on the planet at a particular time.

But, like most things that are beautiful, it’s subjective.

The recent defacement of the art installation of Seven Magic Mountains — an art installation located 10 miles south of Las Vegas — is getting a lot of attention on social media this morning. Everyone is positively up-in-arms over these “hooligans” who dared to tag and ruin this 3.5 million dollar stack of fluorescent rock piles. My Instagram pics are going to look so shitty now!

The thing I’m wondering, though, is who asked the desert, and all the little animals and bugs and critters living in it, if we could tag it with these standing stones? Who decided this made the landscape more beautiful?

Personally, I see immense beauty in the defacement of this “art”. I’m saddened it’ll be painted over soon. Picture the family photograph for the living room — all of us standing in front of some brightly colored stones, the enduring desert in the background, with a big “fuck you” written above our heads.

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