Like Fred Sandback, but not AS stupid (but still pretty stupid)

For Line to Pixel on Monday we had to channel our inner Fred Sandback and create a yarn sculpture in Washington Square Park.
The first time I saw a Fred Sandback piece was when I went to the Dia:Beacon last year for a senior enrichment trip. All I can really say about the Dia is that I hate it. I hate it a lot. It's so pretentious it makes me cringe. Not only that but the people that work there are rude as HELL and think they are really important because they can talk about a piece of yarn like it's symbolic of something so much deeper than it's appearance.

No.

I really dislike Fred Sandback. I think his work is really, really stupid. I am not a fan of art like this. I don't consider hanging a piece of yarn from the ceiling to the ground a piece of "art." I feel like there needs to be some sort of artistic ability, some sort of skill used. Another thing about art for me, is that it needs to be visually appealing. Art stripped down to its most basic component: its appearance. It needs to catch my eye. Before I can consider its meaning or what it symbolizes, I need to care, and to care I have to be drawn to it.

I think what bothers me the most about "art" such as Fred Sandback's yarn sculptures is the fact that there are people out there who are incredibly talented that aren't getting any deserved attention while this asshole is getting millions of dollars for his fucking string. NOT OKAY.

I will give the Dia some credit though: when I went they had these really awesome sculptures of spiders that were HUGE. I forget the artist's name but it was a woman. I feel like her name started with an L but I totally forget. There was also a huge hedge made out of metal that was really gorgeous. But that's all I can remember liking. Everything else was just ridiculous (and in a bad way.) Which reminds me that I need to find a welding class and soon because I REALLY want to learn how to weld.

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Anywho, end to my rant.

We had to make our own yarn sculptures. It was fun. We got some stares, but obviously for good reason...
Also got yelled at by some crazy woman who told me I reminded me of her grandmother and then proceeded to ask us if Melody, Karina and I worked for the C.I.A? Yeah, that makes perfect logical sense.

Here are some pictures of our ~*~CrEaTiOn~*~










Went back to Tuxedo today for Stelle's birthday. Went out to dinner with the family and watched TV with Stelle all night. She is now asleep but I keep watching "The Secret Lives of Women." So far I've watched one about women in porn, amazon woman (body builders), and little people women. Fun stuff.

Catching up via Flickr

"SIT DOWN OR MOVE"

I saw Blondie and Pat Benatar today in Coney Island. Debbie Harry is still a badass and I love her, I ran into too many people I knew, and everyone in fucking Coney Island needs an attitude adjustment.

Every person there thought they owned a piece of the land and if you stepped on their territory they acted like you seriously offended them. Everyone had no IQ and probably dropped out of school in the 5th grade. I had an 80 year old woman almost smack me in the face because I was standing and she could not see from her fucking lawn chair. Bitch please, it's a concert. If you can't deal with people standing up then watch it from your nursing home's balcony. Plus, do you even know who you are watching? Probably not. Do you even know you are at a concert? Probably not. I didn't get the memo that this was a BRING YOUR LAWN CHAIR AND ACT LIKE A BITCH concert. Next time I will be more prepared.

You would step on someone's blanket and they would yell, you would stand and you would be bitched at by 40 different people. After one old woman told us to "SIT DOWN OR MOVE" maybe 50 times, we left because I hate being yelled at by large groups of people. As we were leaving, some asshole started applauding and everyone followed.

Some foreign guy came up to us during the show and screamed "WHAT IS THIS? A FUCKING PICNIC CONCERT? NO!" and pranced away. We met completely wasted guys who worked at Marc Jacobs. One put me on TEAM PARSONS with him and made me spin dance with him. So awkward, but hilarious. I am so sore and so over having to deal with rude people. Never again will I go to a free show in Coney Island. NEVER EVER! (okay that's probz a lie but w/e i'm being passionate)

In the end it was pretty funny but JESUS CHRIST. Okay I need to go to bed now.