Art Fairs

I'm not a fan of art fairs. I went to two of them yesterday. I'm still not a fan of art fairs.

The reasons are many. First, there's too much art. There are hundreds of booths, each one over-hung with wares. It's mind-boggling. Pretty soon, the eyes glaze over. You can't see anything any more, and what you do see all begins to look the same. Second, there's too much boring art. The art fair is not a place to challenge the mind. It's all about commerce and really has nothing whatever to do with art. It's to do with wares. Third, it's taxing on the body. Hips, knees and feet begin to protest after the first hour or so. After four or five hours, they're shrieking. Take me home!

There are more reasons, of course, but why go into them? At art fairs, I'm not sure whether to despair--that so many poor artists are vying for the attention of so few, not to mention the dollars in their pocketbooks.. Or whether to be awed by the infinite ingenuity of the human mind, that it is capable of such wildly diverse creativity.

I'm not a fan of art fairs. I went to two of them yesterday. I'm still not a fan of art fairs. I'll try to remember to post some pictures later...