There’s this circular flower bed in the parking lot right in front of my office building that used to have three flagpoles in it. Not too long ago, they completely rebuilt the spot, removing plants, poles, and everything.
Within a couple of days, the whole area became a plateau of concrete. Then, a few days later, this... thing appeared.
Now, I’ll be the first to admit I don’t know all that much about art. I mean, Mrs. MZM, now she’s quite the accomplished artist (in oils and acrylics, mainly). But as for me, well, I’m afraid I couldn’t draw my way out of a paper bag.
But still... I’m always puzzled by what other people call, y’know, art.
Take this little jewel, for instance. I mean, ya gotta wonder; just exactly what the heck the artist was thinking when he created this thing? Or maybe it was it a lucky accident? (It’s easy to get a bit cynical about this stuff, isn’t it?) Did a pile of steel fall out of a passing truck and sorta landed in this configuration, or was it deliberately built, piece by piece?
C’mon, admit it. When you see stuff like this, isn’t it true that 99 out of 100 times you find yourself thinkin’ the question, too: Yes, but is it ‘art’?
Image: Yes, but is it Art? by Robert Hruzek