Modeling as an art form seems to bring out a different standard of behavior in people. I like art in general and enjoy visiting art museums.
When I go to an art museum I like looking at a painting and letting it transport me to what is depicted. For example if I'm looking at a western painting I let it transport me back in time to the old west scene that's being depicted. It gets my imagination going and I start to think about the sights, sounds, and smells of that era. If I'm looking at a piece of impressionistic art I try to get a feel of what the artist is conveying. So on and so forth. I don't scrutinize a painting looking for faults. In the hundreds of times I've been in art museums I can't recall ever seeing someone do that either. I've had many great conversations with fellow art viewers about the piece we wereboth looking at.
At model shows and contests I noticed that people tend to look for faults, inaccuracies. When I see a model of a Tiger tank I let it transport me back to WW2. I thnk about what it must have been like to live, fight, and die in a machine like that. When I mention how great it is to a fellow attendee more often than not (I'd say 8 time out of 10 in my own experience) they start to point out all the things that are wrong or inaccurate about it.
To me that's kind of a bummer. Perhaps I'm missing the whole point of modeling. The reason I model is because I love history, especially WW2. For me modeling is a vehicle for me to bring that history to life. I'm German American. I was born in Hanau Germany and spent the first 18 years of my life in Bruchkobel. Went to German schools and was raised German. I immigrated here when I was 18. My mother is German and my father is American. Modeling is a way for me to connect to my families history. My grandfather on my fathers side was in the USCG during WW2. He drove landing craft at Omaha beach in Normandy and at Iwo Jima. His brother Jack was in the Marines and fought in the Phillipines before being taken prisoner and dying in a POW camp at the hands of the Japanese. His sister Mary built B-24 bombers as a Rosie the Riveter. My Grandma was in the Nurses Corps and served in Honolulu. On my mothers side my Opa was in the Wehrmacht and he manned a machine gun nest on Omaha beach on D-Day! My grandparents fought against each other in one of the great battles of WW2. It was wonderful when we had a family reunion, the stories they'd tell each other. My Opa fought for the Third Reich all the way to the Hurtgen forest before becming wounded and finishing out the war in a hospital in Dresden. Which is where he met my Oma, she worked in a factory in Dresden during WW2. I have 3 great uncles on my mothers side, my Opa's brothers. Karl was also in the Wehrmacht, he fought on the Eastern front and was captured when the 6th Army Group surrendered at Stalingrad. He didn't return home from the war until 1957. He didn't even know the war was over until 1955. Friedrich was in the Totenkopf SS and worked in concentration camps. Werner was Gestapo and after the war we didn't hear from him until his death in 1987. When a lawyer in Argentina sent his diary and personal effects to us in Bruchkobel. My Oma's parents, brother, and 2 sisters were killed in the fire bombing of Dresden. She was the sole survivor of her family.
So for me modeling is a way to connect to the past, my past. The way I see modeling is as an art form that keeps history alive, that allows us to connect with the past. Perhaps that's wrong and the guys that strive for absolute accuracy are right. Personally speaking I'm happy being wrong. When I look at a model B-17 I remember my Oma telling me how she hated hearing the sound of their engines. How as a young terrified woman she clutched her pet dog and ran for the air raid shelter. How she used to feel the vibrations and judge how close the bombs were dropping to her house. Other modelers look at a B-17 model and nitpick the paint scheme, the details, or whatever.
When I see a model of a landing craft I think of my grandfather, a bosuns mate piloting the craft towards a hostile beach. The craft filled with scared young Americans. The responsibility he carried as a young man. The guilt he still feels to this day for the men he delivered to their deaths. Or my Opa, peering through the slit at hundreds of landing craft heading for his position. How he told his gun crew that the war was lost and they should burn up this ammunition and get out of there. If the markings aren't 100% accurate, if there's a rivet missing, or if there's a run in the paint it doesn't bother me. The model did what I wanted it to do, it took me back in time. Gave me something tangible to hold that helps me understand what it was like. I've heard the stories, now I can conect them to something real. I find that rewarding in a visceral way. It brings me closer to understanding why. I can hold it in my hand and hold it at eye level,looking at it from the bow to see what my Opa saw. I can turn it around and look at it from the stern to see what my grandpa saw. It fulfills that need I have to try and connect with WW2. Without that terrible war I wouldn't be here. My brother and sister wouldn't be here. It shaped this generation of my family. Any understanding I have of it fills a void within me.
I think it comes down to what does modeling mean to you? What motivates you to model?
I hope the above makes some sense.