I consider myself a pretty open-minded person. Well-balanced. Calcium fortified. I come from a diverse family. I come from artistic stock.
But I just don't get modern art.
On occasion, the artsy-fartsy area of KC will have some sort of art exhibit. I went to one years ago. All the little studios opened up to show their stuff. Some even offered free wine (No, I didn't sample any.) Some of the things I saw, I liked. There were things I didn't like, which I suppose is the beauty of art. However, I don't understand how one person can paint one universal object, and try to tie in as many ideas to that one object.
Artist: This is a representation of my mental and physical anguish while I was having an extremely painful menstrual cycle, all while lamenting the loss of my boyfriend, who cheated on me with a stripper. He also took my cd player.
Me: It's a picture of an apple and a loaf of bread.
I like going to the Nelson. I like looking at most all the paintings, but the older stuff. I tend to steer clear of the Modern Art exhibits because they bore me, and I don't want have to sit there and try to figure out what a painting of a black square is supposed to represent. My mother, who won scholarships to attend art school, who can draw, paint, and write poetry, doesn't get modern art either.
I always hear about starving artists. Having seen some of their work...I can see why they are starving.
Today, my eyes were damn-near burned out of my head this morning when I saw this posted on one of the news sites I check.
This is some artist's rendition of Britney Spears unleashing her DNA upon the world...on a bear skin rug. He claims it's symbolic of Pro-Life.
I think it was the only opportunity this man will ever have at touching Britney's boobs. God only knows what he did to this sculpture before he took it to the gallery. Considering the position, one can only guess.
I suspect that a majority of the people who will flock to see this sculpture are men...only because they want to see what is on the other end of this statue. I've read it's her son's head poking out...which makes this all the more nauseating.
They should drag this out when Sean Preston turns 18. That's one hell of a party favor!