Once went with an art-influenced friend to Soho exhibit that amounted to sand in a box. Viewers stared admiringly. We were polite but clueless. "Sandbox?" Wink and I whisperered to one another moving toward exit.
So funny you should choose this for your column…I recently posted that on my Facebook page and wrote: “And THIS is why, when my husband and I visited the Museum of Modern Art a number of years ago, we said when walking out, we will NEVER return.”
What put us over the top was a toothbrush holder attached to the wall (no duct tape) with a few assorted toothbrushes. Can’t remember if there was a drinking cup.
I know, I know…art appreciation is in the eyes of the beholder. Ok, sure…
You're so unsophisticated, Fred, it's embarrassing. Must I explain everything? OK, the banana, a well-known phallic symbol as well as a superbly ripe fruit, represents in its manifest fecundity the generous creative spirit of the artist, who is being muzzled by a fascistic society, symbolized by the repressive strip of duct tape, which literally has hanged the fructiferous delight out to dry, preventing it from sharing its saccharine thoughts and feelings in a desiccated world. This is an eloquent cry for freedom of expression from a protean artist at the top of his form!
There was a Broadway show, or did I see it in London, called "Art." Based on a piece of art that was nothing more than white paint on a square board, with some guys discussing what it meant, if anything, and so on. Terrific play. But not really art, to my mind.
In a country where a multiply bankrupted, twice impeached, malignantly narcissistic, cognitively impaired, convicted felon can be rewarded with the nuclear codes, nothing else can be considered truly strange.
The banana "art" story actually made me sad. Just think of all of the good that guy could have done with the 6.2 million. And makes me sad for the hard-working vendor too.
Shouldn't that piece of art be way over-ripe and maggot-ridden by the time it reaches Hong Kong? Maybe we're missing something, Fred. Jason Sun could be looking for a medical breakthrough. Maybe those small crawly creatures will not only heal blistering wounds, but also have a role in curing cancer, dementia,, heart disease, blindness and flat feet. Stranger things have happened. Believe.
Once went with an art-influenced friend to Soho exhibit that amounted to sand in a box. Viewers stared admiringly. We were polite but clueless. "Sandbox?" Wink and I whisperered to one another moving toward exit.
Hoping vendor gets a break. There's a gofundme for him and I bet someone in art world -- maybe the crypto guy -- steps up in meaningful way.
Thanks for the info, Fred.
That other song, ‘Ain’t We Got Fun’: The rich get rich and the poor get poorer. Plus ça change, most unfortunately.
Hello, Linda. "Ain't We Got Fun" also on Dad's playlist. Wisdom in every line. Cheers/fb
So funny you should choose this for your column…I recently posted that on my Facebook page and wrote: “And THIS is why, when my husband and I visited the Museum of Modern Art a number of years ago, we said when walking out, we will NEVER return.”
What put us over the top was a toothbrush holder attached to the wall (no duct tape) with a few assorted toothbrushes. Can’t remember if there was a drinking cup.
I know, I know…art appreciation is in the eyes of the beholder. Ok, sure…
Carolyn -- I'm ok with abstract art, just not interactive. Thanks/fb
You're so unsophisticated, Fred, it's embarrassing. Must I explain everything? OK, the banana, a well-known phallic symbol as well as a superbly ripe fruit, represents in its manifest fecundity the generous creative spirit of the artist, who is being muzzled by a fascistic society, symbolized by the repressive strip of duct tape, which literally has hanged the fructiferous delight out to dry, preventing it from sharing its saccharine thoughts and feelings in a desiccated world. This is an eloquent cry for freedom of expression from a protean artist at the top of his form!
Deep thoughts, Lew. Is it ok to eat art for breakfast? Cheers.fb
There was a Broadway show, or did I see it in London, called "Art." Based on a piece of art that was nothing more than white paint on a square board, with some guys discussing what it meant, if anything, and so on. Terrific play. But not really art, to my mind.
In a country where a multiply bankrupted, twice impeached, malignantly narcissistic, cognitively impaired, convicted felon can be rewarded with the nuclear codes, nothing else can be considered truly strange.
You have to admit though, Bob, a $6.2 million banana is competitive.
Such a sad occurrence! All the people that amount of money could have provided food and shelter for! SMH
Get in step, Sue.
As the Billy Joel lyrics say, "if that's movin up them I'm movin out".
The banana "art" story actually made me sad. Just think of all of the good that guy could have done with the 6.2 million. And makes me sad for the hard-working vendor too.
Shouldn't that piece of art be way over-ripe and maggot-ridden by the time it reaches Hong Kong? Maybe we're missing something, Fred. Jason Sun could be looking for a medical breakthrough. Maybe those small crawly creatures will not only heal blistering wounds, but also have a role in curing cancer, dementia,, heart disease, blindness and flat feet. Stranger things have happened. Believe.
As Mets fan, Gotta' Believe!