The only problem is, I don't really like modern art. I don't really want to stand at a canvas and smear some purple paint on top of a yellow blotch and call it art. I refuse to pay for an exhibition of the works of someone that draws a stick figure with a happy face and calls it art. I didn't grow up with that mentality, and even though I am open to changes, that is not one of them. Taking ARH1000 has taught me to appreciate the techniques of each artist, whether he or she is modern or classical; however, I don't see the merit in painting a black dot the size of a grain of rice in the middle of a blank canvas the size of a normal room. I don't understand what's so appealing about Duchamp's urinal, or the canned excrement of that artist with the golden cans. It makes no sense to me why Andy Warhol is considered a mastermind. All he ever did was copy Marilyn Monroe's face a million times and paint it a different color each time. Maybe if I do something simple and unimportant and artistic as that, I'll be famous too? It's just like poems these days. The shorter and the emoer the better. I don't agree, but hey, if that's what it takes to get published...
