You, sir, obviously don't understand art.That's like saying 'Barbie in Fairytopia' and 'Don Quijote' are on the same literary level because they're both printed on paper.I used the example of rare art from a master because that was what erathoniel himself used, saying he wouldn't pay more than sixty bucks for it.As someone who likes to attempt to understand art, I can tell you I'd pay much more than that.Just like I wouldn't pay two squirts of owl turds for 'Barbie in Fairytopia', but if I had to turn around and buy my worn, tired copy of 'Don Quijote' again I would, if necessary, spend hundreds. And that's just for a recent reprinting, not an original printing or something.Why don't you go to a real art museum and spend some time contemplating true art, or pick up a piece of real literature and stop playing stupid computer games for a bit. You might come to understand the inherent, intrinsic value in real art.
Don Quijote is tolerable, but I'd rather read Dr. Seuss. You use the same argument everyone else does. It's useless, but I'll convince myself it has deep meaning and people that laugh at my purchases just don't understand. Museums operate off charity for a reason.
A joke, one I suspect is more accurate a description of high art than any attributed by the experts.
A couple attending an art exhibition at the Kentucky Gallery were staring at a portrait that had them completely confused.
The painting depicted three very black and totally naked men sitting on a park bench. Two of the figures had black weinees, but the one in the middle had a pink weinee.
The curator of the gallery realized that they were having trouble interpreting the painting and offered his assessment. He went on for nearly half an hour explaining how it depicted the sexual emasculation of African-Americans in a predominately white, patriarchal society. “In fact,” he pointed out, “some serious critics believe that the pink weinee also reflects the cultural and sciological oppression experienced by gay men in contemporary society.”
After the curator left, a young man in a Kentucky T-shirt approached the couple and said, “Would you like to know what the painting is really about?”
“Now why would you claim to be more of an expert than the curator of the gallery?” asked the couple.
“Because I’m the guy who painted it,” he replied. “In fact, there are no African-Americans depicted at all. They’re just three Kentucky coal miners, and the guy in the middle went home for lunch.”
