A few years ago, we explored the Art Institute of Chicago. They have an amazing collection – Trip Advisor claims they’re the #1 Museum in the World. I’d quibble, unless they were hosting that delicious Chocolate Exhibit again. But that’s tantamount to bribery! I’ve always been partial to the Museum of Science and Industry – also in Chicago. I love art, but I can’t help laughing at some of the pretentiousness. A white canvas bordered in yellow paint, titled “Brilliant Yellow No. 9” – by an artist who spent a dozen years “emphasizing the essential” by banding canvas in black and a single accent color – and brilliant plaques by unsung writers attempting to explain to visitors why such groundbreaking “art” is worthy of inclusion in a museum while their child’s refrigerator art is not. My daughter – only twelve or thirteen at the time – instantly latched on to the style and essence of the plaques, and began composing her own as we moved from masterpiece to masterpiece. I was both amused and awestruck. I want her to write all my pretentious plaques.
The child had a natural gift for marketing. I wonder what she would write to accompany this?
Feel free to take a stab at it in the comments.
And now, to name my second victi–er, challengee–my Photography 101 classmate, who goes by “MyLovingWife” at A Word Adventure. Yep, yep, yep…same as before, not mandatory, just for fun…who can resist a challenge, though, seriously?