Boy, oh boy. Wasn’t this weekend just eventful? Well, if not, then perhaps it was eventful because nothing happened? Schedule that thought in after you solve the riddle of the one-handed clap because that there is a doosey.
Even if nothing exciting happened over your weekend, you can bet that the world has kept on spinning and thus (by extension) something was bound to happen to someone else. If you decided to be the stereotypical odd-ball and proclaimed: “This is where Peter tells us nothing noteworthy’s happened”, then congratulations! You’re wrong! But in the best of ways, truly. Because if nothing happened then where would we as a society derive entertainment ? (And where would I, as an author, find further vindication that- sometimes- fiction just can’t match the twisted little reality we occupy?).
Today, in honor of artistic expression, I’ve composed three stories of recent artistic events… that are practically begging for notice. Starting off with:
The Teen Thinking Big About Byzantine:
It’s not every day that the prestigious Met museum in New York is proven wrong in anything Art related. Indeed, the institute is considered one of the most Avant-Gaurd and reputable museums in the modern world. So it was a rare occurrence when, recently, they were alerted to be inaccurate about something. Now, it’s not like they made a humongous snafu, the mistake was a geographical error in a map showing the size of the Byzantine empire under Justinian. They only neglected a country and part of a continent. Whoops! But the biggest surprise came that it wasn’t some historical expert which alerted them to the misleading map; it was a thirteen year old boy.
At first, the teen told reporters, they didn’t believe that an error actually existed. Understandable considering his lack of experience versus the museums several lifetimes of such. However, the truth is the truth and they eventually got back to him and alerted him that he was indeed correct. With the acknowledgement came an invitation to return for a special behind the scenes tour of upcoming exhibits. Because, unlike most high school teachers, the Met administrators are mature enough to recognize mistakes pointed out to them by a teenager and act to correct them. Chalk one up for both the teen and the Met alike!
Screaming Over Prices:
Edvard Munch was the creator of perhaps the most recognizable expressionist art works. It’s known as “The Scream.” Although, to some, it’s merely understood as “Trippy Yellow Guy with Lucid Orange Sky.” The former is, clearly, not only more concise, but earns it’s place amongst less than ten other works which have sold for more than eighty million dollars.
I spelt that out for a reason; there was no damn typo. This joins a list of eight other works which sell for over the combined GDP of the five poorest nations in the world. If that doesn’t sound impressive, I didn’t say their budget. I said their entire Gross Domestic PRODUCT.
Of course, most of those other works are primarily Picasso’s- and the rest are also more relatively modern pieces. Still, it’s rather remarkable when a work of this acclaim sells. And sells to the tune of one hundred and twenty million dollars.
Performance Artist Creating Permanent House for Performance Artists.
At first glance, this seems self-gratifying. An artist creates a museum which specializes in her style of art. Interesting.
At second glance, it doesn’t seem any better. This woman is creating a permanent monument for performances. I.e, impermanent events. Something just seems wrong about that…
At a final glance (three’s my limit), I realized that it’s actually rather remarkable.
The facility being planned is meant to showcase an art form that’s relatively unknown. Furthermore, she’s planning on paying such artists and hosting classes for people to learn her particular style of art.
Nothing caustic to say about this one; it’s actually pretty dang cool.
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