Here in Hooterville, our motto when it comes to public art is, "We don't need no stinkn' public art".
You would have to search Hooterville, looking under every rock and into every crevice to find what passes for public art. And when you find something, it will likely not be in its original location because, to many Hootervillians the attitude is, public art or a sewage plant, not in my neighborhood. Every work is a work of controversy.
Perhaps public art is almost nonexistent here because life on the frontier was so hard that people worried about matters of survival over matters of aesthetics. To a certain extent, Hooterville remains a lowly frontier outpost. Our economy is mostly built on service and government jobs, so people still struggle financially here, more than other places. Or maybe we are just a bunch of clueless hicks. Or both.
The picture is of a piece called Sand Trout, and graces one of our normally dry streams.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
Sep 11, 2008
Sand Trout
A day's work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man who does it needs a day's sustenance, a night's repose and due leisure, whether he be painter or ploughman.--George Bernard Shaw
Here in Hooterville, our motto when it comes to public art is, "We don't need no stinkn' public art".
You would have to search Hooterville, looking under every rock and into every crevice to find what passes for public art. And when you find something, it will likely not be in its original location because, to many Hootervillians the attitude is, public art or a sewage plant, not in my neighborhood. Every work is a work of controversy.
Perhaps public art is almost nonexistent here because life on the frontier was so hard that people worried about matters of survival over matters of aesthetics. To a certain extent, Hooterville remains a lowly frontier outpost. Our economy is mostly built on service and government jobs, so people still struggle financially here, more than other places. Or maybe we are just a bunch of clueless hicks. Or both.
The picture is of a piece called Sand Trout, and graces one of our normally dry streams.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
Here in Hooterville, our motto when it comes to public art is, "We don't need no stinkn' public art".
You would have to search Hooterville, looking under every rock and into every crevice to find what passes for public art. And when you find something, it will likely not be in its original location because, to many Hootervillians the attitude is, public art or a sewage plant, not in my neighborhood. Every work is a work of controversy.
Perhaps public art is almost nonexistent here because life on the frontier was so hard that people worried about matters of survival over matters of aesthetics. To a certain extent, Hooterville remains a lowly frontier outpost. Our economy is mostly built on service and government jobs, so people still struggle financially here, more than other places. Or maybe we are just a bunch of clueless hicks. Or both.
The picture is of a piece called Sand Trout, and graces one of our normally dry streams.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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10 comments:
but no shortage of humor in hooterville!
happy fishing - may you snag a big one!
The trout are nice, but the base I could do without. We got public art up the yin-yang here, and some of it is nice.
we got not much public art.
We got quite a bit. But it is done by the public, unfortunately. We need some more art classes 'round here.
we got not much public art.
I'm confused about Kurts use of the term "ying yang." ; (
You know, public art everywhere is not that good. Or I should say, if you find a piece of good public art, it's always a big surprise.
It's like performance art, a form that almost always is embarrassingly bad.
Keep art private! Please!!
There's a huge piece of public art in downtown Tampa, my hometown, that we fondly call the "exploding chicken." In fact, here it is, on Flickr:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilmissveevee/2108828009/
I like the trout, but like Kurt, I could do without the base. They should bury the base so the trout jump right up out of the ground.
Sounds like Hooterville itself is a work of art.
Public art should be voted on and discarded if a majority is not in favor of its installation. Why should an artist be allowed to unilaterally torture people with surrealist statues of oxen making love?
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