Showing posts with label Conceptual Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conceptual Art. Show all posts
Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Westwood...sculpture imprisoned! Art-lovers kept at bay...
Pablo Picasso sculpture
In a small park in Westwood - just next to the Federal Building - an enticing piece of sculpture beckoned me from afar.
Being a great fan of art in-the-round outdoors, blended in with the natural environment, I strolled over to explore the artist's rendering up-close and personal.
As I drew closer, I was taken aback when I spied a chain-link fence haphazardly erected around the circumference of it.
Odd, that!
A plaque bore an inscription, so I inched closer to peruse it, in the event there was a clue or two as to why the work of art appeared to be out-of-bounds to the art-loving public.
The message was somewhat ironic!
It read:
"Touch and Experience"
Was this some wacko's idea of a sick joke?
Or, just maybe, this was one of Yoko Ono's mind-fu** conceptual art pieces?
In the alternative - just maybe - I was a surprise guest on candid camera and my reactions were being filmed for a side-splitting episode on the subject of modern art!
In that event, I expect I was supposed to play along, climb over the barrier, and touch away.
Get all orgasmic over the enlightening cultural "experience"?
I waited a beat or two, but no camera crew scrambled out from behind the trees or from within any of the roomy SUV's parked on the street nearby.
All in all, it ended up being a rather hollow experience.
Kind of like viewing a Takashi Murakami flat painting!
Being a great fan of art in-the-round outdoors, blended in with the natural environment, I strolled over to explore the artist's rendering up-close and personal.
As I drew closer, I was taken aback when I spied a chain-link fence haphazardly erected around the circumference of it.
Odd, that!
A plaque bore an inscription, so I inched closer to peruse it, in the event there was a clue or two as to why the work of art appeared to be out-of-bounds to the art-loving public.
The message was somewhat ironic!
It read:
"Touch and Experience"
Was this some wacko's idea of a sick joke?
Or, just maybe, this was one of Yoko Ono's mind-fu** conceptual art pieces?
In the alternative - just maybe - I was a surprise guest on candid camera and my reactions were being filmed for a side-splitting episode on the subject of modern art!
In that event, I expect I was supposed to play along, climb over the barrier, and touch away.
Get all orgasmic over the enlightening cultural "experience"?
I waited a beat or two, but no camera crew scrambled out from behind the trees or from within any of the roomy SUV's parked on the street nearby.
All in all, it ended up being a rather hollow experience.
Kind of like viewing a Takashi Murakami flat painting!
Henry Moore sculpture
Friday, September 26, 2008
Gwyneth Paltrow...Goopy, dude! Web site doesn't nourish...
To be quite honest with 'ya, actress Gwyneth Paltrow lost me when she scrambled up on stage a couple of years ago, and sobbed uncontrollably for about twenty minutes, after snagging a coveted Oscar.
Goop - Paltrow's second grab for the brass ring - rubs me the same way.
Frankly, it doesn't deliver up its promises from the get-go.
On the main page on the web site - Paltrow unceremoniously dumped on unsuspecting chartered members of the Internet this past week - the high-strung actress waxes eloquently about her much-anticipated vanity offering.
"Nourish the inner aspect," the spoiled little rich girl urges her guests.
And, how she intends to dish it up!
But, not before confusing the heck out of 'ya!
For example - when a web surfer clicks on a handful of odd-ball icons arranged neatly (she likes things to be nice) across the main page - the mystical little webmaster returns the viewer ad nauseam back to the start-up page without having accomplished a single thing.
Ah, I get it.
Rearrange the letters of Goop and you come up with Pogo!
Just hop around Goop on your Pogo stick, dude!Soon, it will be obvious to 'ya.
Goop is an exercise in futility.
If not - maybe the newsletter I signed up for this afternoon - will zip off a message over the weekend and laughingly titter the obvious.
"Julian, 'ya just got punked."
Gwyneth, your site kind of reminds me of an old joke.
An old philosopher once said,
"To be is to do"
A fellow scholar was inclined to add further,
"To do is to be"
But, Frank Sinatra said it best, when he crooned,
"Do be do be do"
Gotcha!
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