In this unit, we have been discussing the high art-low art continuum. I begin addressing this in the Fluxus lecture (see in particular the slide with the table and the following slide) and continue to bring in the concept during subsequent units on Neo-Dada and Pop, but it applies to this entire section on Art of the Everyday, the mid-1950s-60s including Nouveau Realisme. Discuss each of the following works in terms of the concept of high art. Remember that high artists in the 1960s often deliberately made choices that were intended to collapse either the high art and low art divide, or the art and non-art divide. Each of these works is a work of high art. What about each of them makes them high art? Each of these works also has aspects that would not traditionally be considered high art or art at all. What are these low art or non-art elements? What choices have the artists made that have the potential to diminish or detract from the high art status or art status of the work? NOUVEAU REALISME: Arman, Le Plein (Filled Up), 1960. Installation at Iris Clert Gallery, Paris. FLUXUS: Alison Knowles, #5 Street Piece (1962). Event score for performance. POP (LA): Edward Ruscha, Standard Station, Amarillo, Texas, 1963. Oil on canvas.

get to the point, whats the question?

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.