Saturday, September 7, 2013
Poet for Hire
What up with ArtWalks?
We took a stroll up Congress Street last evening to take in First Friday art walk. We started our brief journey at the library and viewed the opening of a retrospective on the work of Maurice Sendak. It was a journey through the darkness laden with images of Where the Wild Things Are. It was a fun visit. Later, we continued our venture up the street stopping at various galleries along the way, including a map shop where we found a map of our town in the 1800s. If I can find a places for it here at the homestead, I'll make the purchase. Elenka says I must do this from now on. You see I have this problem of buying stuff and having no place to put it. I've had this 'illness' for many years. Now, the galleries were fine. No problem there. However, the streets were overly-loaded with with people and, let me say this as delicately as I can, "Crap!". There. I hope no one is offended. There were little kids drawing crap on the walkways, one guy burning tin cans and selling them, a fella selling strings of beads for $20, that probably cost $2 tops for supplies, teens wailing away on guitars, that they had no business possessing, a gal selling photographs that she had certainly ripped off the Internet and photoshopped a bit, a poet typing his words, old ladies hawking their knitted wares, a group of young adults wearing animal heads and walking among us, and many, many more card tables loaded with, and I'm being gentle here, "CRAP!"
Bottom line, I really don't know what I saw covering the sidewalk last night, but I do know that MOST of it wasn't art.
To paraphrase the gal in the backseat of Nicholson's car in the movie "Five Easy Pieces", "It was crap, nothing but crap, crap, crap".
Head-shaking, Embarrassing really.
Has art come to this?
Will I return? Of course.
Laughter is good for the soul.