Y'all didn't know I could speak Franch, didja?
Saturday night while waiting for an elevator to extract us from the performing arts center, I wandered through an "art" display. I use that term loosely.
The "artist" has a master's from TU. The "art" display was a collection of things created from, uh, trash. Well, maybe the correct wording was "reclaimed" materials. In a word, it was trash.
The thing that caught my eye was the blue quilt hanging in the middle of the room. It didn't looke like much from afar, and closer inspection revealed that my first impression was correct. I'm no master quilter, but I can quilt better than that using only my feet and my teeth.
The thing hanging from the ceiling next to the quilt looked like crocheted strips of plastic bags. OK, fine, but what was its purpose? Wouldn't make an effective rug. Maybe it's a jumbo bath mat.
Another weird quilt, and more scraps of fabric hanging on old sheets. The fabric had random designs painted or stitched on them. Very strange.
This next one was the best:
Sheets of plastic film with paint sponged on them. These were hanging down both sides of a short hallway. Rather pointless, but they were "floaty" in the breeze and looked cool. As to their purpose, who could say?
So, there's your cultural arts lesson for the day. Gather trash, paint it, get famous.
Whatever.
Museums
11 years ago
3 comments:
Gee I didn't know you were such a cultured person. I'm impressed. Such "lovely" works of art. It's amazing the things people call art.
Obviously I'm not!!! I couldn't find much merit in the display! :D
I saw on the news one time a so called artist who stretched a bunch of material out in the country and that was called "art." I can do that, probably wouldn't get paid for it though.
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