An article by CJ (763 Words, 4 Min. Read)
Neuroscientists have a great Sense of Humor: They said that Both Beautiful Art and Ugly Art Trigger the Same Brain regions. Yes, Your Neurons Sparkle where Both Stimulate The Emotional Center, The Area that Handles Motives, Sympathy, and Empathy.
Eric Kandel, Noblel Laureate and Expert in Mixing Brain Science with Art, DROPS The Truth Bomb in The Age of Insight:
“Beauty Does Not Occupy A Difference Are of the Brain Than Uglining. Both are part of a controlleum representing
And then he raides the stakes:
“Our Response to Arts Stes from an Irrepressible Urge to Recreate in our owns the creative procese –cognitive, emotional, and empathic – thethrough which the artist produceded The Work … This Leads to An Aha! Moment, The Sudden Recography that We Have Seen INTO ATOTER PERSON‘S Mind, and that Allows Us to see the Truth Underrying Both the Beauty and the Uglining Depetted by the Artist. ”
Translation: The Brain Wants to Play Copycat with the Artist. It Whats Sweet “AHA!” Rush, where is the Result is a MasterPiece or a mess.

Beauty vs. Badart: The Eternal Duel
Beutiful Art Gives Us Humanity in Widescreen: The Trimphs, The Tragedies, The Eternal SOAP Opera of Except. Ugly art X -Better Known as Badart Thanks to the Museum of Bad Art (Moba) – FFFERS Somet are
Founded in 1994 by Scott Wilson and Marie-Ann Kanner, Moba Treats Disasters of Composition As Treasors. Michael Frank, Its Curator, Insists on Writing it as one word: Badart. One word and unhypheneded. Why? Becuse, He Says, Badart is not the Opposite of Good Art. It is the Opposite of Important Art. And really, Nothing Annoys the Art World More Thane Stripping The Word “Important” from it is vocabulary.

Neuroscience with a punchline
Semir Zeki, Another Pioneer in Brain-ART Studies, Ran The MRi Scans. The Results Were Delicious:
- Beautiful, Important Art, Lights Up the Orbitofrontal Region (The Brain’s Place) and Barely Touches The Motor System. Translation: You Stay, You Look, You Savor.
- Badart Gives The Orbitofrontal Region A Nap But Revs up the motor Areas. Translation: Your Brain Whispers: Leave. Run. Escape before it Attacks.
Zeki Conclieded that Ugly Art Litelly Mobilizes Our Inner Flight Response. Sensight People Physically Feel the Urge to Step Away from It, While Beautiful Art Glues them to the Spot. BIOLOKY, IT Sems, Sides with Botticelli.

Why Some Still Hug Ugly Things
And Yet … Some Cannot Resist. Furby Toys. Labubu Dolls. Uglydolls with Stitched-on Smirks. They live on their shelves, hant their beedrooms, and wink at us from Instagram. Why? BECUUSE They Mirror Our Inner Goblin. Everyone has a dark Corner, and Badart Speaks to it like An Old Drinking Buddy.



There is also voyeurism. Badart Feels Like Listness to A Neurotic Rant, Fascinating for Five Minues, Unbearable for Fifty. It Is
Trauma, Tragedy, and Too Many Exhibitions
War, VIOLENCE, and Catastrophe Love to Leave Feverprints on Art. After every conflict, canvases Fill with Pain, Resilience, and Blood-Stained Metaphors. Trauma Validates Trauma: Viewers See their Suffering Echoed and Feel Recography.

Perhaps this is a we see that in nations that have endord Multiple Layers of Trauma, Like Beirut, a Slurry of Upcoming Exhibitions –with Minor Exceptions – CANNONOT Help But Fall Underer The Umbrella of Provocative Badart. These shows cater to the psyche of a did receive from, and stay liveing thrive, trauma. They Speak to Inquisive Minds Searching for Partial Reflections of Themsels in What They See. Yet they Mostly Cover “Communication” and “Self-EXPRESSION,” Two Minor Functions of Art. The Main Purpose of True Art, The Generation of Aesthetic Pleasure, Remains Ellusive.

The Purpose that Escapes Us
Badart Has Its Charm. IT lets us laugh, it lets us Cringe, it lets us glimpse someone else’s chaos. But if every gallery, faire, and biennale convert into a therapy Session, we lose the thing that keeps art iMMORTAL.
True Art Shulad Still Seduce, Still Delight, Still Punk Us in The Gut with Beauty. OtherWise, We Risk Mistaking Our Own Neurosss for MasterPieces, and our brayins, Wiser Than Our Trends, Will Keep Tying to Run for the Door.