Uh, no actually. I don’t find weapons interesting in the slightest. I’m against the war, have fired a gun exactly once in my life, and the extent of my knowledge of weaponry comes entirely from video games (which means it’s probably all wrong anyway). My point was simply that a guided missile system is a hell of a lot closer to a technical miracle than orange gates that won’t fall over.
What I find interesting is how artists can demand a total suspension of judgment except when exercised by artists on le bourgeois.
Maybe you can console yourself by finding some of that canned shit on eBay.
Those are the only two options? Black and white is a pretty limited palate, isn’t it? Pretty hypocritical of someone who insists people keep an open mind.
Believe it or not, it is possible to dislike the piece linked in the OP and have more taste than a backward unlettered oaf who thinks the gold lame framed Elvis on black velvet hanging over his trashed sofa is the last word in the sublime visual enlightenment heretofore referred to as “art.”
I realize it has not yet occurred to you that music and visual art are a great deal alike. People appreciate what they appreciate, and there really is no explaining why. Different things move them. When I took my daughter to see the DaVinci that was touring the US at the Legion of Honor in San Francisco last year, she was moved to tears. OTOH, when we went into the next room and looked at some of the sculpture she burst out laughing. Who the hell are you to tell her what should and should not inspire her?
Me too. I"d love to see a Christo installation. Sad to say, they’ll be long gone when my face appears in Manhattan, three months from now.
So does that mean mechanical engineers - some of whom design weapons and undoubtedly find their work interesting - are incapable of appreciating art?
I went up there this past weekend. I thought there was more to it then just orange poles with fabric on them every 5 feet.
I rather like this installation (although so far I’ve only seen pictures of it in print and on TV), and I approve of its easy accessibility to literally millions of people.
But did anyone else have the mental image I had, when the gates were up but before the fabric was unfurled, of a gigantic, garishly-colored game of croquet set up in the middle of NYC – a game the likes of which could only be played by the oversized, animated Sta-Puf Marshmallow Man and Lady Liberty, and maybe toss in King Kong while we’re at it?
I for one await the inevitable Photoshop contest to see if I was the only one…