Friday, March 20, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
I was recently at a group show of artists and as seems to be the case with contemporary art, I saw very little I was impressed by or even interested in. As contemporary art has shifted from a traditional sense of craft to high concepts with ideas expressed that have the depth and subtlety of a political cartoon, I found myself getting impatient. One piece consisted of lots of prescription bottles lying on the floor. To conceive and execute such a work, it must have take the artist...minutes.
However, as is also often the case, I enjoyed two pieces that used projected light to create a moving, ever changing artwork. One room was dark except for long strips of paper hung in a grid formation. Projected on this grid would be lights that changed in colors, patterns and gave you the sense of sharing the room with a kinetic sculpture.
The second room has a similar idea. But here the room was filled with a wire mesh against which light was projected, creating an illusion like fog as you made your way through an eerie maze shifting light.
It almost makes up for the stupid pile of prescription bottles littering the floor.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
One of the people I work with who commutes from New Jersey mentioned that he saw someone on the train this morning around 7:30 already drunk for St. Patty's Day. I think that sentence contains everything I hate about the holiday. Just the same, my co-worker told me the conversation went something like:
Him: I see you got started early.
Drunk: Yeah. I'm not even Irish, but I love St. Patty's Day. It's probably the closest the Irish get to Christmas.
I would just like to point out to this unnamed drunk that Christmas is the closest the Irish get to Christmas. Crazy as it may seem, the Irish celebrate Christmas. I know. I 've seen it with my own eyes. Both the Catholics and the Protestants celebrate the birth of Christ. It was one of the few things they agree on.