Wow sky. My cat wants nothing more than to purr on my lap and stare at me beatifically. Heck, she even plays fetch. It's adorable to watch her standing there, huffing, holding a toy in her mouth and waiting for me to reach out for it so she can drop it into my hand. Then to see her tense as her gaze fixes on it, waiting for me to throw it.
Why the cat hate? I don't hate dogs. I just don't get it.
Also don't follow the link in this name. I think there's some kind of virus at work on this on computer.
Wow, Howie, aren't you dealing with some raging class resentment. As an artist and proud tax payer, I take exception to the idea that you have to be a huge indolent waste of space to understand "art."
Then again, if one were to take Neatorama as their sole view into the art world, you might just come away with the idea that it's all labeled boxes and artfully arranged garbage. If you were to visit your local art museum (yes, it's kind of pricey, but they're not exactly rolling in the dough--too few people take advantage of the service they provide) you might actually be surprised. Bronze statues, Native American crafts, impressively huge installations, and portraits tower over you, painted to give the impression that the subject is literally more visible and important than you, the viewer. It's quite an experience.
I don't pretend to like the installations of sprinkled sawdust or looped videos of a tree, but neither do I feel this kneejerk need to paint the art world with one myopic and dismissive brush. Somehow I developed this measured view of art while growing up in a working class family that was at times homeless.
Why the cat hate? I don't hate dogs. I just don't get it.
Also don't follow the link in this name. I think there's some kind of virus at work on this on computer.
Then again, if one were to take Neatorama as their sole view into the art world, you might just come away with the idea that it's all labeled boxes and artfully arranged garbage. If you were to visit your local art museum (yes, it's kind of pricey, but they're not exactly rolling in the dough--too few people take advantage of the service they provide) you might actually be surprised. Bronze statues, Native American crafts, impressively huge installations, and portraits tower over you, painted to give the impression that the subject is literally more visible and important than you, the viewer. It's quite an experience.
I don't pretend to like the installations of sprinkled sawdust or looped videos of a tree, but neither do I feel this kneejerk need to paint the art world with one myopic and dismissive brush. Somehow I developed this measured view of art while growing up in a working class family that was at times homeless.
I don't care if it's been around, I managed to miss it the first time. And it made my day. So that's all that matters.
In any case, I was just going to say that I don't think this is any more or less unusual than burying our dead in the first place.