Why I'll Never Really Get Modern Art

This is one of those things I meant to post a while ago. This past October I took a lazy Sunday stroll through the streets of Dumbo, for the Arts Under the Bridge Festival. I genuinely enjoy viewing the product of people's creative impulses and living in New York makes this a ridiculously easy free pursuit. This year, the weekend of Oct 15th & 16th, they opened up a lot of galleries, and artists worked on outdoor installations and virtually the whole neighborhood, a charming pocket (despite its being impossibly hip), was a museum.

That said, I walked through the parks under the bridges there on the banks of the East River, and came to this, a picket fence made of plastic-wrapped paper towels. Yes, a paper towel picket fence. Fascinating.

And what was this breath-stealing tour de force held up by bedposts of odd length standing in protection of? Ah, well, multi colored transparent plexiglass rectangles on sticks of course! Maybe I am ever so plebian, but maybe some of the material touted as "art" these days is just a load of crap too.

All told, a really nice exhibition of visuals at every corner, the moon had a particularly stunning rise and it was a gorgeous fall day well spent. But I submit for your approval why modern art will never completely make sense to me.