Art?. The only art of which I am impressed beyond redeem was that of Art Buchwald. Any way, once I was invited to an art exhibition by an artist friend of mine to feel an eternal experience of some one whom my friend called Modern Rembrand (or was Pickasso or something). So there we were Me and my artist friend who was a hippie with a long hair and a flowing beard (to this day I don’t understand why artists have to sport both of them. My honest hunch is when they are in a middle of a serious work and the paintbrush goes poof may be the beard fits the bill). Aah the art exhibition. Yes.
Looking at the first painting, I wondered why did they fit a gilded frame to a wall with peeling paint until I noticed a small label attached to it saying “ Labyrinth of Soul”
“ What a depth” my friend wondered being transfixed with what I thought were splotches of bad paint. “ Yeah. After all it’s a Labyrinth” I said to invite a dirty stare from him. Gathering courage I sheepishly ventured, “ Where’s the point”. He laughed at me indulgently and said “ No its it not Pointillism but is a Post modern expression of a catharsis” To this day I have no clue what Pointillism or Post modern expression or a catharsis is.
Well we moved and the nibbles were of much better taste than the Second Painting so I thought, while my friend had a fit of ecstasy babbling something about impressionistic viewpoint of a Discursive idiom in Postindustrial world.
“ Now I know where Stephen King gets his inspiration” I said to myself when I had the privilege of admiring the Third grotesque form which was a cross between a green amoeba and an yellow parakeet. Looking at the seriousness of my friends appreciation of the Avant garde in the horror, I remained Silent.
Crisis at Golgotha proclaimed the Fourth masterpiece, which my friend remarked as “ Jean Paul Satre in Paint” but of which I could only discern three black spots on a canvas of white paint endlessly staring into oblivion. “May be the artist tried to convey his inner self in those black specks” I thought to myself while taking a closer look. Three Flies lazily squatting on the work of the century made me faint. Later I came to know from my friend that the connoisseurs of art pitied at me that I had too much of wine and were indignant that idiots like me commit sacrilege of the temples of modern creative expression for the freebies offered. (Good thing I did not enter the smoking zone.)
So much for my first and last tryst with Art. Since then I have settled for the nice pictures that Luke posts here and what they show on National Geographic. Zebras grazing peacefully in the sunset in the Mingabebongalo National Park (no clue where it is).
PS. My humble and profound apologies to the Siamese cat and Luke. Only fun intended.
Poinilism is where you sit there for hours and days and sometimes weeks with a very fine tipped 0.15 to 1.0mm tech ink pen.. and dot repeatedly like crazy to achieve the image you want..very time consuming and you need to have some form of mental illness to do it..
Poinilism is where you sit there for hours and days and sometimes weeks with a very fine tipped 0.15 to 1.0mm tech ink pen.. and dot repeatedly like crazy to achieve the image you want..very time consuming and you need to have some form of mental illness to do it..
Yep, or a one hell of a PC, loaded with art software, LMAO..
and Luke.
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