The artist’s intention must come through the work.
For me, art must have some element of the emotional; it should be moving. – Dina Mitrani
In my younger days, used to go to all the gallery openings.
Great place to meet women.
And you never had to worry about what to say.
See someone of interest near an artwork
and simply ask, So, what do you think?
Whatever she says,
you reply, Really, I hadn’t thought of that.
And off you go.
So, I’m loitering next to an, ummm, assemblage.
Looks like the guy crashed his 1978 Pinto
into a chicken coop,
put the debris into a pile,
then priced the whole mess high enough to pay for a new car.
I’m standing there,
looking at this stuff,
trying to figure out
if maybe they hung it upside down.
And this woman – gooood lookin’ – comes up to me.
Are you the artist?, she asked.
Sure, lady, I said, more than a little insulted.
Took a sip of wine. A saucy Chablis with just a hint of swamp oak.
Don’t I look just like the kind of chump
who would hammer a Ford bumper to a dead tree limb,
paint it six shades of black
and hang a title on it: “In Search Of An Honest Man.”
I thought so.
I bet my girlfriend a glass of wine. I just knew it.
She sipped on her own glass.
Obviously not her first.
Where do you get your ideas?