Tonight I was walking to the liquor store with Man-go-round. I came across this seriously lame graffiti on a bus stop. While I loathe (when I say the word loathe, I make it 3-4 syllables for emphasis) lame graffiti, I started to think about what makes art.
A few days ago I talked about public art. There is also performance art, the fine arts, and “modern art,” of dubious quality, which tends to come under a pretty critical eye most of the time.
Now I will be the first to say that I love modern art. I love abstract art. I prefer the expressionist, color bomb modern art. But I sometimes take it to another level. Beyond weird crap in a museum (ever seen the episode of Sex and the City where the movie star thinks the fire hydrant in Charlotte’s gallery is a piece and wants to buy it???).
The abstract art in the every day. We’re talking about garbage again, people, garbage and nature.
Hang on for the ride…
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| Cottonwood, or “ghost poop” as my brother-in-law calls it |
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Unhappy accident in the Rainbow Foods parking lot for someone…
Jackson Pollock for the rest of us |
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I finally tried the white eggplant over the weekend. It was better than
typical eggplant, I think. Less bitter. Here it is, salting away… |
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| Flower power |
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| Yes, I stare not only at sunsets, but just at the clouds some days! |
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As tired as I get of snow by March…April… May, an unblemished snowy
walk is a sight to enjoy. And I call it art.
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How do you all feel about “modern art,” whether it be an installation at a gallery, a student art show, or performances you see in public squares or arenas? Do you buy it or are you cynical about it?
And am I the only one that thinks this crap is beautiful? Its okay to say yes… I’ll still love ya!
Meri
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