Question:
Should art have rules?
Art is supposed to be interpretative, so there is no right and wrong. But rules (i.e. music rules, painting rules and techniques, grammar and spelling, etc.) provide structure which delineates right and wrong. Doesn't that go against the concept of art?
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I read all the answers and they were really great.
What can I add or subtract or divide or multiply?
One point is that rules are necessary as building blocks. Is that so? Suppose you decide to change the very foundation - suppose you decide to change even the "building blocks", the technique - suppose you decide to do something truly original and you will bring about the birth of something new.
Another point was that you have to know the rules to break them. Is that so? Suppose you don't know the rules, you don't have to break them, you just go your own way regardless, can't that happen as well?
My idea is this - rules or no rules - if they are there or not, if I know them or not, I want to be free and I want to do whatever I want.
Now here are the lyrics to "My Way" by Paul Anka
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say - not in a shy way
No, oh no not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way