Isn't that neat !
Had a nice adventure downtown. Went in early, against my bodily wishes after last night's Halloween Party.
Went to the Concord Cafe for a meeting, which never took place. OR rather I decided against making myself known..
Walked through an endearing park on the way to Richmond St. It was a leash-less dog park, and there was a platform for fencing and boxing matches. It was also surrounded by hills. Then I spent a while meandering around the Little Italy townhouses. I'd like to know how much rent is there.
After forgetting where the Art Gallery was that I was looking for, and getting some stale pasta salad at some vegan cafe, I decided to find my Brother's Teacher's Sculpture display. As it turned out, she was part of the Toronto International Art Fair. (I was unaware it was even in existence.) After some deliberation, I paid the $12 and went to the event in the Metro Canada Convention Centre.
Some of the pieces were "nice." The robotic chair was a crowd pleaser, albeit not entirely untouched by human involvement. Lynn Richardson, my brother's teacher, had an interesting set up, although the brown venue looked like vomit. I asked around and searched for her, to say hello, etc, but she was not to be found. (I dont even know what she looks like). Another exhibitor from the same gallery told me she may be sleeping in today. A couple more glances around and I thought it was high time to head home.
So, an art fair. What attracts people to them? Of the people buying the high-priced pieces, what sort of education did they receive that gives them the wherewithal to spend such money. I don't care anymore what art means to me (that's a half-truth). What does it mean to them? And I'm not just trying to get the better of someone.
A lot of art seems to be all about theory over practice these days. If I study Phenomenology, it gives me the tools to decipher and interpret an artist who equally studied the same thing with a different end in mind. But humans have the ability to learn and believe and understand anything, selectively. Does that warrant art as something worthwhile? Life-altering, even, to take a blatant extreme?
At least my lips aren't chap anymore, and for now that matters most to me.
Went to the Concord Cafe for a meeting, which never took place. OR rather I decided against making myself known..
Walked through an endearing park on the way to Richmond St. It was a leash-less dog park, and there was a platform for fencing and boxing matches. It was also surrounded by hills. Then I spent a while meandering around the Little Italy townhouses. I'd like to know how much rent is there.
After forgetting where the Art Gallery was that I was looking for, and getting some stale pasta salad at some vegan cafe, I decided to find my Brother's Teacher's Sculpture display. As it turned out, she was part of the Toronto International Art Fair. (I was unaware it was even in existence.) After some deliberation, I paid the $12 and went to the event in the Metro Canada Convention Centre.
Some of the pieces were "nice." The robotic chair was a crowd pleaser, albeit not entirely untouched by human involvement. Lynn Richardson, my brother's teacher, had an interesting set up, although the brown venue looked like vomit. I asked around and searched for her, to say hello, etc, but she was not to be found. (I dont even know what she looks like). Another exhibitor from the same gallery told me she may be sleeping in today. A couple more glances around and I thought it was high time to head home.
So, an art fair. What attracts people to them? Of the people buying the high-priced pieces, what sort of education did they receive that gives them the wherewithal to spend such money. I don't care anymore what art means to me (that's a half-truth). What does it mean to them? And I'm not just trying to get the better of someone.
A lot of art seems to be all about theory over practice these days. If I study Phenomenology, it gives me the tools to decipher and interpret an artist who equally studied the same thing with a different end in mind. But humans have the ability to learn and believe and understand anything, selectively. Does that warrant art as something worthwhile? Life-altering, even, to take a blatant extreme?
At least my lips aren't chap anymore, and for now that matters most to me.