April 4, 2011 § 4 Comments
If I were an artist of the pompous gallery type (which of course is the very opposite of my philosophy) I would make a ton of exhibits that feel as though they are on the verge of breaking at any moment. The above has a sheet of glass balanced carefully on the pointed stand and then the cantilever end is left under a heavy, pointy weight that is held up by a very thin, very flimsy thread. This, hopefully, causes a great deal of nervousness in the viewer and like all good art makes an impact on the viewer’s emotions. For added effect I might leave a pair of scissors on the edge of the glass just taunting the gallery viewers to pick them up, and cause the chaos to finally occur.
Of course they won’t; they are the kind of people who go to art galleries.
Moral of the story: Art is really only useful if it’s actively making your life better. Galleries are often secluded from the average person’s every day life and therefor mostly useless and wasteful.
Moral 2: if someone happened to know how to accurately throw shuriken and wanted to cause havoc in my fictional gallery, it would be very, very easy.