The simplest of entries...
Still have lots and lots on the brain, so nothing profound to say...
But a blog is a personal responsibilty to one's self, and by gum, I'll make an entry to make an entry.
We did go to a very cool art show downtown last night. A studio full of Artists in Residence pawning off their UNBELIEVABLY overpriced pieces. But I must admit, some of it was quite impressive. Made me wish I had been willing to put up with painting courses, or even taken some sculpting courses. There was one sculptor who worked in types of marbles and sandstones and almost all of his pieces were divine explorations of the human form. So well executed. So expensive. Also in his room was an example of one of the great dangers of modern art: The Overanalysts. A gaggle of woman came in, one of whom "absolutley had to come in this room every time", and she was spouting off to her friends the psychological significance of the pieces. The artist himself asked if he could record her, because there was no way he could come up with that by himself. I left when she got into the remorse of leaving the mother's womb...
Yeah, I'm sure that's what the guy was thinking when he carved boobs into marble.
At any rate, at an average of $1100 dollars for large paintings and $3500 for most sculptures, I'm in the wrong kind of art!
I wish I were clever enough to use high art to say things about stuff.
There was free beer and wine there, too. I like beer.
But I digress...
Still lots to think about.
Still not very much time to do so.
I wish I could play poker professionally. I make so much money when the money isn't real.
'Sup with that?
But a blog is a personal responsibilty to one's self, and by gum, I'll make an entry to make an entry.
We did go to a very cool art show downtown last night. A studio full of Artists in Residence pawning off their UNBELIEVABLY overpriced pieces. But I must admit, some of it was quite impressive. Made me wish I had been willing to put up with painting courses, or even taken some sculpting courses. There was one sculptor who worked in types of marbles and sandstones and almost all of his pieces were divine explorations of the human form. So well executed. So expensive. Also in his room was an example of one of the great dangers of modern art: The Overanalysts. A gaggle of woman came in, one of whom "absolutley had to come in this room every time", and she was spouting off to her friends the psychological significance of the pieces. The artist himself asked if he could record her, because there was no way he could come up with that by himself. I left when she got into the remorse of leaving the mother's womb...
Yeah, I'm sure that's what the guy was thinking when he carved boobs into marble.
At any rate, at an average of $1100 dollars for large paintings and $3500 for most sculptures, I'm in the wrong kind of art!
I wish I were clever enough to use high art to say things about stuff.
There was free beer and wine there, too. I like beer.
But I digress...
Still lots to think about.
Still not very much time to do so.
I wish I could play poker professionally. I make so much money when the money isn't real.
'Sup with that?
posted by Sean Corley at 4:37 PM
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