An Art Gripe

ring display in different setting....

Feeling squirmy and like my life doesn't fit just right.  Woke up that way, then went out to an art gallery with one son.  That didn't help. Funny thing---one of the shows was local art.  Weeeelllll, a particular display first appeared like there must've been workmen around doing workmen sort of stuff, considering what was on the floor.  In the dining room of the gallery (a re-done huge home that's really classy), there were two piles of plastic piping, like irrigation pipe cut and put into rings like hula hoops.  Just about the same size.  There were two piles in the middle of the floor, with about 10 rings in each pile.  But not workman goods, but according the the printed card on the wall, a REAL ART DISPLAY.  Give me a big fat break.  Post-modern art is so often a big crock.  I went to art school.  I know that often that hairbrained ideas get to be in the show.  Brother.

Now really.  If the person who put up this garbage wanted their name to be known, they'd do something worthwhile, but as it is, I remember the lousy hula hoops.  Their name is lost to me.  But they got accepted.  Go figure that one out.

On the other hand, the gardens were lovely.  Tulips about done, but the reds still beautiful, daffodils gorgeous and fluffy, but not much else out of note but the ornamental cherries, which are a treat just now.

Not meaning to sound ornery, but I never have understood poor excuses for artistic expression.  I have a very large, messy pile of books by my bed, but is it creative-looking and worthy of note?  Well, 'course not.  And our garden hose curled up in the backyard isn't a Picasso either.

Just makes a person wonder.  Mediocrity.  That's what I call it.  Yet, if the so-called artist was trying to get a rise out of folks, they completed their mission.  End of story.