[Revi]

Depends on what you mean by art. Folk art will come back. We have to start to create our lives again. I just went to a wood fired kiln that a former student of mine built. He fired it for 80 hours with his friends. A lot of work. That will become the norm. Work, create, burn wood, pull the pots out a week later. What else are we going to do? Bakers will bake bread, people will weave blankets. We'll all be making things again. What other choice will we have? Here are some pics of the firing:

http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=Tim+Cichocki&page=2

[PenultimateManStanding]

For The English Couple in Portugal

now is time to try, just to work the ground or die
sweat the sun break the back turn the dirt
hand made soap, oh so raw, thick with lye
chafes the skin, burns the hole, wastes the shirt

crops that wilt, birds that gloat
trees that cry, bleeding goat
moon that sneers knowledge gone
moving back, moving on
careful water, broken land
plans are made, burning sand

songs now we sing tell of greater times ahead
clouds that fly, bringing rain, giving hope
build love's houses, craft the barn add a shed
slake the lime, learn the craft, softer soap

grain that shines, fields that gleam
creeks that wend, birds that teem
fate that's dire, fate that's sweet
callused hands, callused feet
callow minds yet to learn
sun doth shine, sun doth burn

[PenultimateManStanding]

you're right, EJ. besides, there isn't much interest in this sort of thing.

[PenultimateManStanding]

famous nonsense from Lewis Carroll, The Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

[Narz]

More than currently.

The dominant arts today are TV programming, pop music and porn. Perhaps there won't be more art in the future but certainly better quality art, more about expression less about distraction. Well, maybe about that too.