Into the Dustbin of Modern Art
October 25, 2013
THE art world today is mourning the death of the abstract expressionist sculptor Sir Anthony Caro, who has died at the age of 89. Since we are not among the Beautiful People, since we are ignorant, rigid and unsophisticated, since we could care less about Sir Caro’s exalted artistic credentials and about the millions that have been paid for his works, we can bid a not-so-fond farewell to another artist who helped make the world uglier. Here are some of his sculptures. Excuse me if I refrain from giving you the titles. In most cases, the titles don’t mean a thing.
Millenium Footbridge, London
— Comments —
Wanda Sherrat writes:
Wow. As a gardener, I am AWESTRUCK at that 10-foot high, triple compost bin at Cambridge!
Laura writes:
It’s called “Babylon” and is supposed to recall ancient Sumerian ziggurats.
To me, it recalls an industrial rail yard.
No, actually, it recalls an emperor without clothes. It recalls the modern art world and its adolescent grudge against beauty and form.
Donald Aievoli writes:
The art in modern art is the ability to convince enough of the cultural gatekeepers of your brilliance and their avant-gardeness. Do that and they would even applaud cow dung plastered on an image of the Virgin Mary.
R. writes:
I have been unemployed for some time now. Could someone please teach me how to sell garbage to idiots?
Laura writes:
I’m sorry, but you need the proper credentials. You have to work your way up.
First, you need to spend $100,000 on a masters degree at an art school, where your eyes will be trained to prefer ugliness and to hate any semblance of order and beauty. Then you need to move in the proper circles and pay your respects to those who have already made it big selling junk. You also need lots of black clothes and it would be best if you became homosexual. This all could take many years.
Jewel writes:
Roger Scruton explains it best.
Laura writes:
And I recommend Mark Signorelli.
