I just recently returned from a trip to The Museum of Modern Art in New York City, affectionally known as MoMA to the locals. I spent a few moments in front of a painting by Jackson Pollock and I got to thinking.
What I was thinking about was that Jackson Pollock was really kind of a jerk. He was a major drinker with bouts of violence who unfortunately struggled with what could be considered severe depression. He arguably stole the spotlight from and cheated on his equally talented wife, Lee Krasner and he technically killed himself and someone else in a car crash because of his psychological ailments and problems with alcohol.
Yet we (collectively as a society) still love him and his work. This is the same for many other artists and performers. Picasso being a womanizer, Jim Carrey acting a fool when it comes to autism, Tom Cruise and his endless promotion of scientology comes to mind. The list goes on and on. We seem to forgive the massive character failures of some of our artists in exchange for the gifts they leave behind.
Are you able to separate the art from the artist? Or can you simply not enjoy the work of certain artists when you realize some of them are complete jerks? Examples please.
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