Miz Dee and I went to an art show this afternoon. It was an annual juried art competition with artists from across the nation. There were close to 400 entries and about 38 made the cut to exhibition.
Well...um, gee...um, golly. I don't know what I was expecting but this wasn't it.
Wait a minute, yes I do. I was expecting to have my socks blown off by at least one of the pieces. Socks stayed firmly in place. I was underwhelmed.
Maybe I'm just a little country hick with no art appreciation edjumakashun, but I just didn't "get it." I didn't get how some of the pieces made the cut. One in particular looked like the guy realized the submission deadline was the next day and just threw something together at the last minute. (shakes head in befuddlement) Nope, I just didn't get it.
After viewing everything, Dee and I sat on a bench in a stunned silence. She finally asked, "So what did you think?" I said, "I think you and I should break out our paintbrushes before this time next year."
We sat there a while longer and I dug out my little 3"x4" emergency sketchbook I keep in my purse. (Very handy for those emergent sketching situations.)
This was one of the pieces I didn't get.
It was made with lots of little wood slivers and some in the middle were broken away. There was a similar piece next to it. A third in the series sold before the show opened.
This was my favorite:
It made me smile.