Doing these retrospective TBT posts reminds me of the cyclical nature of life. Just like least year, we’re in the slow, lazy days of high summer, when the heat is so intense, a permanent haze hangs over the land. There is something surreal about it being blindingly bright and languidly hazy at the same time.
I don’t have much more to write about modern art, although I got an eyeful of it at the Art Institute of Chicago. Some modern art is quite striking and challenging, to be sure, but when I saw a canvas that was literally painted black, I groaned internally. A former colleague of mine, an art teacher, always said of modern art, “well, somebody had the idea to do something, and did it, so it’s art” (I’m paraphrasing rather loosely there).
It’s one of those things that’s so stupid, it sounds profound. Her argument was essentially that if you did something—even something asinine—first, you were creating art; you just weren’t born early enough to be the guy to paint a canvas solid black and offer up some lame justification for why it’s a study in how we perceive color.
I’m fairly certain that if I painted a canvas a solid color and donated it to the Art Institute of Chicago, they would not put it on display. I understand that modern art seeks to “shock” viewers, but the only thing shocking about a black canvas is that it’s presented to the public in one of the finest of fine arts institutions in the country.
But I digress. It’s all just wealthy idiots smelling their own farts.
With that, here is “TBT: Modern Art and Influence“:
The Portly Politico 