Agog

I..Am...absolutely...agog.

A: That this woman Teri Hortan bought a painting for $5.00 and is selling it for $50 million. (Good for her)
B: That this painting is famous ONLY because of who painted it. That being Jackson Pollock

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Art...um, er Oh where do I begin? The popularity of art is subject to the whims of flamboyant lunatics claiming to be experts in the field of art. A.K.A the art critic. I'll admit, I am a critic of art myself, but it's one thing to like or dislike a work of art, another to dictate what is worth lots of money and what's not, for the general public to either clamor for or scoff at. My opinion doesn't affect anyone save for whomever has to look at my walls.

I certainly don't begrudge anyone liking this painting, but consider this, have you ever seen that show about "My Kid Could Paint That" ? There is some debate as to whether the 4 year old in question actually did the work or of it was the dad, but still... it's paint thrown at canvas! I'm just sayin..

Click HERE to see her work. She's really cute.

Anyways, my rant is getting away from me. This poor woman is having a hard time selling her painting because she's a former truck driver who bought the painting for so little. The art snobs don't want to buy a painting that didn't cost millions of dollars to begin with, probably afraid it's not worth millions of dollars just because at some point in the past someone only spent $5.oo for it. I blame this on critics. I'd like to blame a LOT of social issues on critics, but my rant is reserved for this one subject today. All's I'm sayin is that I bet if someone else spent several million on it and was selling it for several million, there'd be art snobs all over the world losing their minds because they just HAD to have it.

Last bit: My mother is visiting. I'm taking up Crack until the New Year. Blog entries will soon be taking on a whole new level of consciousness.

For the love of all that is HOLY.... I'm bored at work! I need a new job. B and I are looking into getting me set up with the gear I need to run a photography business so I can do my own thing. I'd be much happier this way.. FO SHO.. Flash: I think you know what I mean. I know what you mean when you speak of desk jockies taking up photography to save money. Unfortunate that when money is tight, the pretty things always go first (stupid economic ressession). That being the professional photos. I feel your pain. I also have pain, my ass is sore and resentful of my desk chair. The chair itself is some sort over priced ergodynamic masterpeace of mesh, plastic and hydrolics, but I resent it like it was cast iron weights attached to my arms and legs keeping me from experiencing anything beyond the confines of my cubicle walls, which strangely resist thumbtacks, thus making it impossible to make this space anything but a cold and sterile prison with a surprising lack of photos or anything personal. A single post it hangs from one of the three gigantic monitors taking up ALL the space on my desk. WHy do I have so many monitors? Why are they so big? The answer my friends, is I don't know. I didn't ask for them, I was happy with what I had, and now I work in a space that somewhat resembles navigator for NASA.

Fuck, I need a vacation.

aDot

Karma Deficit

I believe I may be in a karma deficit. It could also be the full moon. Perhaps the deficit is because of my lack of blogging. Is that a possibility?

Nothing really new. Still the same ol same ol, thus the lack of blogging. I don't even have stuff to bitch about work cuz I literally have nothing to do at work. Right now, I have an episode of Scrubs playing in teh background while I blog. How bad is that?

I'm heading to Bangor tomorrow with a couple girlfriends to do some Christmas shopping. The dollar is the pits right now at 81 cents but whatever, it's more about the trip/the drive/the restaurants/the bars.

Hope all's well out there, I'm going to try some blog reading today too. GOtta get caught up.