Saturday, July 15, 2006

What Is Art?

I can't pretend to answer that question in a way that would satisfy anybody.

I'm not even certain there was an artful way to combine a cow and shoes, but surely someone might've come closer than this.

What I found especially odd was that the same artist who slapped together this shoddy mess also pieced together the witty, captivatingly beautiful Pasture Bedtime.

Maybe it's a pointed commentary on the perils of corporate sponsorship? (This one was sponsored by Famous Footware.)

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Blanketing the lawn at the capital, spectators mark their spots in antiticpation of tonight's performance of Concerts On The Square. If I'd known the performance would feature Some Enchanted Evening and On The Street Where You Live, I would have been right down there with them.

Haus Building

House or building? Or house-building? The flatiron at the corner of King and Wilson streets suffers a permanent identity crisis.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Martin Luther King Memorial, Madison

Next to the municipal building on Martin Luther King Boulevard.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Art Fair On The Square 2006, Madison

Moving in the customary counter-clockwise direction, the teeming masses wander from vendor to vendor looking at everything from fine works of art to, in the opinion of this writer, drek that isn't fit for a garage sale.

When we went to last years's art fair we saw all kinds of really cool works that we'd love to have, if only we'd had the discretionary income to be able to afford it. As we were both looking for jobs, we didn't. This year, we saw two, maybe three things we'd like to have. There was certainly as much variety as last year, but we saw a lot less of that special something.

And the expense! The one or two things we saw that we would have really liked to buy had truly exhorbitant price tags attached! I'm keenly aware that an artist's talent and his time are valuable, but just about all of these guys have plainly priced themselves far out of the market that includes little old middle-class me.

And the drek? One booth featured hundreds of airplanes and helicopters crudely fashioned out of empty soda cans hacked to shape with ginsu knives and pinned together with pop rivets. Prices started at eighteen bucks apiece. Call that art? Coz I don't. Guess that makes me snotty and pretentious.

Pasture Bedtime again

While we were on the square I had to show Tim the cow art called Pasture Bedtime, and snapped this side view.