Before anyone else has a chance, let me state for the record: I don’t get it. I don’t understand it. In fact, even if I did understand it, well… I still probably wouldn’t appreciate it. Sorry.
A few summers ago, for Father’s Day, my dad and I visited the local art museum. Other than a few art appreciation courses taken during my college days, I know little about art. However, I’m not completely devoid of taste and a day spent wandering an art museum is a day, in my humble opinion, well spent.
My dad and I strolled through the art museum enjoying everything from Picasso and Gris, to Monet and Degas. Then we strolled into a room that, come to think of it, left a bigger impression on me than all the others combined. It was a room full of white paint on white canvas.
I don’t remember the artist, nor would I name him or her if I did. All I can say is that I stood there thinking (as I’m sure have thousands of people before and after me), I could do this.
Hence, my question to you, dear readers: How in the world does a plain white canvas rate as art worthy of being hung in a museum? (And if I write a novel without words (or pictures) will they publish it?)
Is somebody out there knowledgeable?
Is there a mysterious white painting technique about which I’m clueless?
Fill me in.
Let me know.
Think of my blog as a blank white canvas awaiting your reply!