The Aesthetics of Seeing

I'm curious to know how many of you have a type of criteria in determining what art you enjoy and what you dislike. Because in that intrinsic task, we discover what drives us to crystallize our perspective of art and of our own reality from that of others. Is it a persistent appreciation of a certain kind of stroke applied, a multitudinous paysage of colors that you find appetizing, or a weird symmetry that is a delight to tear apart with your sight?

I personally find solstice in a kind of subdued originality that accompanies abstract, fauvist art. Luscious colors with lascivious intent, a strangely balanced product that leaves me dumbfounded. I have examples:
 

This little guy is by an artist from New Haven, CT that goes by the name of Karneeleus (sells his art too, check it out http://karneeleus.tumblr.com/) Here we see an abstract of marker and colored pen, leaping and diving and kneeling all over the sketch paper. This is something I quite enjoy. In its simplicity and looseness, it allows for the viewer to play around with the image, with the patches of white as something to be filled in with the brilliant hues, tints and tones of one's imagination.

This is one of my favorite paintings ever. James McNeill Whistler's Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket. The looming of darkness over a Payne's grey, with the imagery of the fireworks fooling you into thinking you're there. I find this appealing because that specific evenness is present, that presence which is so correctly stated and known that it leaves you ashamed and in awe.

If our experiences and impulses are engaged by art, then are we art ourselves?

- Denis

(I hope that this is okay and relevant)