Moderately Confused by Jeff Stahler for March 10, 2018

Nobody said the words would make sense.

I like Dali’s surreal stuff, melting watches and all that.

The description pits your best guess against the artist’s best guess. Most of the time they both miss.

I have to read the labels most of the time.

The greatest painting that needed an explanation was Norman Rockwell’s April 23, 1949 cover of the Saturday Evening Post.

Art for me, is like wine. I can tell the really bad stuff from the good stuff, but can’t tell the good stuff from the great stuff. In both cases, I know what I like and go with it.

Growing up in New York, I got spoiled. It was only after moving out that I realized that not every town had world-famous art in its museums.

Where one person may see a painting of a duck in a pond another person will see a pond around a duck.

Modern art. If it hangs on the wall, it is a painting. If it stands on the floor, it is a sculpture.

I’ve often felt modern art was a scam. If you say you like it and understand it, you’re left with the feeling the artist is laughing up his sleeve. If you say you really don’t care for it, he artist will write you off as a Philistine.

Painting seems to resemble Dora Maar, lover and muse of Picasso. Thanks Stahler, eye learned something new today.

a picture is worth a thousand words, but it could be good words of praise or foul words decrying the ruse use of art…

So that’s why they call it an “eye-tooth”.

Personality and the ability to attract a wealthy sponsor has more to do with a modern artist’s success than any artistic ability. Best example is all the fake Jackson Pollock painting turning up.