…You can talk about sandwiches the way you talk about art and literature and philosophy, too. There are minimalist sandwiches (pastrami on rye) and classical sandwiches (good ol’ PB&J, the Platonic ideal of the sandwich world); when you drunkenly drop your 3 a.m. Philly cheese steak and the little meat fragments get all over your carpet, that’s a postmodern sandwich. The crazy McGriddle breakfast sandwich juxtaposes pancakes with egg and cheese: collage art! An existential sandwich is any sandwich you eat while contemplating the meaning of life. You can even dip a grilled cheese into a can of Campbell’s tomato soup and it becomes pop art.
What Is Art of the Day: When Rebekah Poulain tried to transfer her daughter’s drawing of a penguin to a private online folder, she inadvertently uploaded it to a public folder containing entries in a national art contest held by the prestigious Saatchi Gallery in London.
A year later she received an unexpected e-mail: 7-year-old Leilah beat out 1,700 applicants to win a coveted spot on the gallery’s wall.…
This is why I will never understand the art world. Seems like a bunch of people digesting images through their own subjective filters and then spitting out praise, criticism, or interpretation like it’s objective fact.
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Why (How can you?) make aesthetics into a competition? I just don’t get it.
Maybe I’m just a cold-hearted, pragmatic, big picture kind of person.