Thoughts on Bo Burnham's 'Inside' and the Self Indulgence of Art
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the relationship between art and self-indulgence. The two concepts are pretty closely intertwined, and it’s difficult to find one without the other. Once, I read that every self-indulgent piece of art begins with the words ‘I think’, or even simply ‘I’. You just have to read the first sentence of this paragraph to see that it’s quite a fair assessment. I think the concept of ‘art’ and what makes ‘art’ valuable is subjective in the same way that clothing, hairstyles and home décor are subjective; beauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder, but we all secretly tend to lean towards the popular route, even if we know it’s a capitalistic trend that is pretty meaningless when looked at objectively. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this, either. You can be individualistic whilst still remaining in the ‘norms’ of what society is dictating to be popular or of value. In fact, I tend to see those who try to dress ‘alternative’ in a way that
