September 23, 2003

• Concept

  
  

  Today i got rained on. I slunk out of work at 4:30 and was mild-mannedly standing at the bus stop when i got drenched in a sudden downpour. I was a pretty sorry sight.

  
  

  So now I am sitting here sharing my Toaster Strudel with Audrey, and we both have strudel-sticky on our chins. She suggests that i write about the recent scarcity of carrots reflecting the current economic state and the downfall of small agriculture, but I haven’t the heart to tell her that the carrots actually come from Stop and Shop, and she is eating cold strudel as a result of me being a lazy bum. No matter, we both enjoy licking frosting off our whiskers*.

  
  

  So this weekend I went to Mass MoCA with Bry. I feel that since I earned my art degree and suffered through four years of art school, all the while being tormented by the pretentious blathering of pompous idiots in the pursuit of some half assed ”concept”, I have a perfect right to be cynical, smirking, and even belligerent in the face of contemporary (bah!) art.  

  
  

  When I wander around in the Museum of Fine Arts, i avoid the painting galleries, and generally scoff at the modern sculptures. Unless, of course, they have buttons i can push, then it becomes much more interesting. I also like the ancient art collections, because most of the pots and carvings and doodads are not only lovely, but were once useful to someone. I suppose i just believe that art should be accessible to people (although it should not match your couch), and not exclusively set aside for snotty art majors and greedy bohemian-posers.

  
  

  So despite my reservations, I was pretty pleased with my little sojurn to North Adams and the little nook of contemporary art we inspected. Some of it was damn goofy. Like stuffed rats, acompanied by empty cradles,  being dragged around the floor by a pulley system. I refuse to strain my brain bothering to analyze the meaning of this. It goes in the same disdained category as sculptures made from teabags and tampons and gratuitous crotch-art. But there was a cool dragon boat you could stand in, a house full of magpies and glass vials, a PVC-pipe palace wrapped in flaming pink saran wrap, and a photo-montage plug-in city. However, I would like to add that i did not like the avocado they put in my lunch, because it tasted too artsy, like chewy spleens.

  
  

  

  
  

  I suppose all this art-viewing must have gotten me riled up, because the next morning I daydreamed an idea to take with me to New Mexico. I want to build an earthship, one of those modular sustainable structures made from recycled materials, just outside of santa fe. It will be a restaurant, because unless you like beans and sub-par italian food, there is not much to nosh on in the desert. I will serve excellent organic, free-range, concientious dishes (i did not say i would EAT the hippie food), and call it Sustenance. The people will flock to my door and beg me for my cleverly labeled water. Bwahahaha.

  
  

  Oh, and i drew something.

  
  

  

  
  

  So yeah, me being artsy.

  
  

  * my whiskers are invisible.

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