Do you go through phases of liking different sorts of art, different fashions, as you get older?
The other day someone said to me: “all teenage boys go through a surrealist phase”. And, it’s true, I had a surrealist phase when I was a teenager. Some of them – Salvador Dalí, for example – never grow out of it.* Most do, though, and go on to other things. When I was small, I was also a Heath Robinson fan, and it took me a while to realise that he had ever done anything other than the bizarre machinery cartoons which made him a household name.**
So, did you go through art phases when you were younger? What artists did you like then that you really don’t care about now? I want to see if this is true in general, or if it just applies to floating rocks and lobster telephones.
* Magritte, on the other hand, did grow up – I assume he just had strange fetishes for bowler hats and sleighbells.
** I have more to write about Heath Robinson soon, but no time to write it now.