I had watched a clip featuring the late British art critic, Brian Sewell, in a discussion about abstract paintings. I got the impression he wasn’t overly impressed by abstract art but, after a pause in the conversation, he said something like,
“Well, any painting is an abstract, really.”
I can’t explain what he meant not having had, as he had, an education in the fine arts. While I can have a good guess at identifying an abstract work for what it is, I can’t tell you what makes any other work not an abstract, especially if the clues aren’t obvious.
But I was thinking, after writing a piece of flash fiction, whether, in a similar observation to abstract painting, all writing is fiction.
Or at least a version of it.
image: “Composition VIII” by Wassily Kandinsky