The triumphal march of kitsch began long time ago. The kitsch
culture of today flourishes
across all life segments.
Some hate kitsch outright but most people simply love it.
Kitsch is visual fast food; Sometimes pitch is truly difficult to
digest but for many it is also
unpretentious and tasteful. Kitsch doesn't require lots of
preparation, rethink, and
consideration. In fact it barely requires any thinking at all. Kitsch
quickly responds to most
basic human instincts. And once the chef has found the 'right'
ingredients he is ready to
open a chain restaurant.
Kitsch is melodramatic, sentimental and folksy. But kitsch also
entertains.
Although I was born to a fine art artist mother most of my
childhood memories are vividly
connected to kitsch. Kitsch was on open display in almost every
household. Cristal and
ceramic dinner sets, vases and figures, hard to acquire foreign
objects (many of them of
everyday use, others without any use at all), plastic fruits and
flowers. They were all put
behind glass, in showcases and were the pride of the house.
Hand made crochet covered most electronic devices in each and
every house.
Kitsch was destiny and no one was ever supposed to escape it. It
was the ghost of time
and more. The scarcity of goods during communism has created
a culture of showing off
where people behave ostentatiously. And since environment
shapes individuals who live in
it, a person living in such a society rarely would wish to lag
behind. Kitsch was also widely
used as political propaganda during that period. Art's sole
reason d'etre was to bolster a
dictatorial regime and glorify its leaders.