A lot of my objection to contemporary art revolves around its lack of satire. Self-indulgence, especially the return to childhood forms of art such as smearing paint unthinkingly across an innocent canvas, is coupled with a sincere belief on the part of the artist that his or her art represents a feeling/sensation/insight that is not widely available to the art-viewing public. This is true, and can be attributed to the artists’ drug habits.
Jana and I took the long journey to the other side of Holesovice today in order to view David Cerny’s Entropa. I’ll write about that tomorrow when I get bored at work. In the meantime, here’s an awesome picture of Jana with an inflatable skull. It is part of an exhibit that is exploring some psychological shit that I didn’t understand, but the inflatable skull, coupled with a performer from the movie Army of Darkness, is totally bitchin’.
