this one a bit tongue-in-cheek. . . another response to a picture prompt
There is a reason art hangs in galleries or museums. Clean
lines, unobtrusive backdrops, hushed voices interrupted only occasionally by
the cry of a child not yet old enough to appreciate the tangled beauty of a
Kandinsky – or perhaps responding more authentically than the adults who instead
whisper meaningless phrases: “how interesting” “such an eye for color” “so
sophisticated”
Many insist that art – real art – can be found and, in fact,
belongs on the streets of New York, Chicago, or LA. A lonely artist with canvas
and brush on the corner of Halstead and Jackson imaging he is in Athens. Some
are certain that the best art – the future of art - can be found at street
fairs. But I contend that all one really
finds on the streets are tank tops with chest and arm hair flapping in the
wind, loud yelling to friends half a block away, and, most offensive of all,
the stench of armpits long overdue for another dose of deodorant.
There is a reason art hangs in galleries or museums. Clean
lines, unobtrusive backdrops, hushed voices. . . .
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