tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17090888.post5393884752393722446..comments2023-05-13T03:48:19.760-07:00Comments on SuzannaBanana's 'Knitting for the Large Headed Gal': Why I'm a Database Programmer, Part 1SuzannaBananahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15321083528954767824noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17090888.post-23776784414915231722008-06-04T10:01:00.000-07:002008-06-04T10:01:00.000-07:00I totally understand your rant and I've thought th...I totally understand your rant and I've thought the same thing. Upon reflection, all I can tell is that the difference between you and me and the people that get stuff hung in galleries is intent and ambition. They are submitting work for judging. I'm not. They are declaring their work art. I'm not. If I declared myself an artist and began putting my work out there for critism or praise, poof! I'd be an artist.<BR/><BR/>I once took a class titled "what is art." After a whole semester of arguing (god I loved that class!) we could not come to an consensus better than "I wouldn't hang that over my couch." Art is clearly in the eye of the beholder. <BR/><BR/>Once experience I had in that class changed how I looked at modern art forever. My friend and I looked at an installation that was essentially a pile of trash. We hated it. It was ugly. It was stupid. A monkey could do better. Then we read the artist's statement where he talked about how silly it was that someone was declared "an artist" by galleries and collectors so everything they did was somehow magical and special, even a pile of trash. Then we really liked the piece because we agreed with what the artist was trying to say. ...I still wouldn't have hung it over my couch though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17090888.post-65174640383960038122008-06-03T09:53:00.000-07:002008-06-03T09:53:00.000-07:00I love this post. I mean, I really, really love t...I love this post. I mean, I really, really love this post to a point of perhaps unhealthy obsession. It made me laugh really hard, and might have reminded me a little bit of myself.ZantiMissKnithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18039047551905267768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17090888.post-28945614329936743752008-05-23T15:34:00.000-07:002008-05-23T15:34:00.000-07:00I'd be interested in hearing from someone whose jo...I'd be interested in hearing from someone whose job requirements don't include paying a lot of "attention to detail" and "systems requirements." Unfortunately, that excludes me as well. I know exactly where you're coming from.Battyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03892116045581715793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17090888.post-36113994862787268762008-05-22T21:05:00.000-07:002008-05-22T21:05:00.000-07:00now this is one I can comment on! while I know thi...now this is one I can comment on! while I know this blog of yours is pretty devoted to your knitting, you know I am a sucker for the reminiscent family travel crap! I completely understand the soliloquy, sister! (and you know I do, remember that Life thing I wrote at 3am in high school at the Family Table?).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com