Ooh, I remember another one now:
I was about 10 years old, and visiting an art exhibition. This exhibition consisted of different small rocks glued on top of each other. The rocks were about the size of, eh... a laptop touchpad? The kind of smooth rocks that you'd find by the seaside.
There were also some pictures of them in front of sunsets and such.
I, being a child, was bored. I was walking around looking at the price tags. It was at this point I started to realize that each pair of rocks was consistently priced at over $1000.
Even as a child I harboured some resentment for modern art, so upon seeing the prices I loudly launched into an energetic rant.
"How the hell can the artist take this kind of money for two rocks placed on top of eachother? A six year old could do this. As a matter of fact, we have an almost identical figure in our living room that I made at school a couple of years ago.
It takes no skill at all. Why would anyone buy this junk when they can just walk down to the water, pick up two rocks, and create the exact same product?"
It was at this point I noticed my mother trying to subtly kick my shin.
I looked at her
"What?"
"See that guy standing over there? That's the artist."
"..."
I was about 10 years old, and visiting an art exhibition. This exhibition consisted of different small rocks glued on top of each other. The rocks were about the size of, eh... a laptop touchpad? The kind of smooth rocks that you'd find by the seaside.
There were also some pictures of them in front of sunsets and such.
I, being a child, was bored. I was walking around looking at the price tags. It was at this point I started to realize that each pair of rocks was consistently priced at over $1000.
Even as a child I harboured some resentment for modern art, so upon seeing the prices I loudly launched into an energetic rant.
"How the hell can the artist take this kind of money for two rocks placed on top of eachother? A six year old could do this. As a matter of fact, we have an almost identical figure in our living room that I made at school a couple of years ago.
It takes no skill at all. Why would anyone buy this junk when they can just walk down to the water, pick up two rocks, and create the exact same product?"
It was at this point I noticed my mother trying to subtly kick my shin.
I looked at her
"What?"
"See that guy standing over there? That's the artist."
"..."