It's not just art museums. Whenever we travel we seek out the local history museums. A couple years ago we came across an exhibit about homesteaders in the Midwest. It was a feminist take on the settlers lives, bemoaning the fact that the husbands would frequently take off to hunt or explore, leaving the wives to manage the farm or ranch alone with the dozen or so kids they had. I practically laughed out loud, wondering what my great grandmother forbears would have thought had they heard their lives described that way. It was the modern feminist view of marriage - women do all the work while men do what they want - projected on people who lived 150 years ago. The DEI crowd have a very narrow, false view of the world and the people in it, and no understanding at all of the generations who came before them. As a result they have no real understanding of humanity, and that false view is what allows them to believe in fictions like socialism, gender theory, toxic masculinity and "the patriarchy."
"...It was the modern feminist view of marriage - women do all the work while men do what they want..."
If a marriage of equals, the husband would be equally strapped. If he isn't strapped, maybe things aren't equal. Sounds like a failure to negotiate a sound contract upon marriage. Or, maybe he and she are not equals in every nature and capacity.
Either way, each person has a life to live, and bemoaning someone else's choices as an act of solidarity across time and culture is a sure sign of immaturity.
I think you may have been misled by a 'false summit' (lower summit that hides the climber's view of the higher summit further on). The true summit is here, at the Georges Berges Gallery, New York:
"A lawyer by profession, Hunter Biden now devotes his energy to the creative arts, bringing innumerable experiences to bear in his works. The results are powerful and impactful paintings... "
The Turner prize here in the UK always baffles me ( never mind the hyper-inflated prices). Named after one of the world's greatest painters, in my recollection the finals never include a painter, and what is included has me scratching my head, though I think I'm quite open to new ideas etc. But Marcel Duchamp more or less stated within exhibit Fountain a long time ago that there's a helluva lot of bullshit flying around the art world.
Diversity is another illusion of choice. The restriction is on what you think. Picasso was a great artist but I think he enjoyed a lucrative joke. I remember a bit of wood (in a glass case) at the Picasso Museum in Paris that looked like the stick I kept for stirring paint: Picasso laughing all the way to the bank.
That’s an interesting comment actually, and I hadn’t thought of diversity as being the new way of influencing (such as if you do t agree, there’s something wrong with you). I’m no expert on art, but I do appreciate it and have a few paintings hung up on my wall. Not because of the painter’s values, but because I like/love the art.
Diversity is real and huge, every being on the planet is unique, including in thoughts. That has to be tamed into a small set of allowed types with exaggerations in behaviour and appearance.
The whole idea of women involved in prostitution saddens me but takes on the barbaric aspect of seething hatred towards human trash I refer to as pimps living off women created as His most beautiful and precious creation. To rid the world of this panacea of pukish sub human pimpery would be easy if the death penalty were applied to every single one of these monstrosities.
I do not think the sexual revolution helped the situation whereby damned fools considered women merely as receptacles for their dirty plumbing aided and abetted by the baby murderers of the aborticidal abomination. I want to make it clear I do not stand as anywhere near perfection, for of the three women in my younger days I was intimate with, I was engaged to two singularly one by one over a ten year period and married the third one at age 28, having four children.
Turned out the second woman was the one who "totally" loved me with every ounce of her being but we parted ways over my worries she was too petite to be able to safely have children and was not healthy enough as I thought she should be in her mid twenties. This was unfortunately proven true by her issues a few years later and it sounds cruel of me but I wanted children.
With that confession out of the way, I had always despised pimps with a passionate hatred that still beggars description. I never was a philanderer/adulterer nor cheater as I thought it a serious sin and betrayal.
Organized drugging and raping of young British girls who were sex trafficked by Bangladeshi moslem trash at Rotherham enraged me when I discovered the "PIGS" and local council ASSWIPES had known of this for two years but kept quiet for fear of being termed "islamophobes." My way of dealing with such trash would have been execution.
Today sex trafficking is a pandemic and of the homeless people I often see, I am aware that the women therein are not treated well.
At church I sit in an area occupied by mainly young families and enjoy the sight of young women caring for their children, noting the captured moments that these lovely young mothers look upon their children with an affection mirrored on their faces that is the most beautiful sight I ever have seen. Within that look of affection love in its most poignant and ultimate reality is defined and seeing it silently expressed melts me with the warmth it embodies. There is nothing more sublime under God's Heaven ever and no way words will suffice to describe it. I have seen the azure waters of the Pacific Highway from Blaine Washington to Southern California, the majesty of the Rockies from Alberta down to Colorado, the scenicity of isolated forest meadows with wildflowers in spring, and backwoods areas bordered by northern lakes and rivers. But never yet have I seen a sight so beautiful as the look on the face of a mother who has carried for nine months the innocent child within her, the moment the doctor delivers that child loved of God, and places the precious bundle in the arms of its mother, and she looks for the first time on her baby she would immediately die for if necessary.
At those moments indescribable affection of soft immensity created a sight of love on her face, that effected emotion within me four times, once for each of the four children I had fathered. It created a dynamic within me as the father, so strong, I had neither compulsion nor desire to but be for that wife and mother, a dedication of provision and protection for her and our children into the years they were all grown to adulthood.
That is the dynamic of fatherhood that needs to exist for the survival of the family unit now beset by many ills perpetrated on it by a CYSTem whose evil occupiers will have hell to pay for seeking to destroy it starting in 1969. The Wrath of God abides on those and waits for the death of each one whose miserable souls who will be unhesitatingly damned at that moment.
Enjoying the pleasures of sin for a season is a dangerous game especially when it affects His children whose faces their angels gaze upon upon and whose spirits God favors and embraces. Only fools meddle with children in this depraved existential hell on Earth, but in the end the devil gets his dues. I have seen examples of it in this temporal existence but it is nothing compared to the spiritual reality of our immortal souls.
Laugh and deny, but at the very moment we die, our spirit given at conception goes to the Maker who gave it at conception, fand it is judged. That is written in the Word of God clearly. Ignore at your own risk.
That was so well written. I am a teacher and a mom- it kills me to see how we treat children. However, it is the most beautiful site to see parents love their children and care for them. And we are in dangerous times- only family, love and Belief can save us.
Thank you Cheryl but it emanates from within my spirit and comes across strongly and with conviction. Well I am just back half an hour and it happened. I knew it would.
I had done a consultation for a woman a bit younger than I a month ago and she called me back a few days ago to tell me she wanted the work to proceed. At that first meeting with her I had described the situation clearly and I noticed she enjoyed talking to me. She was a lovely woman and she was verbally engaging and stimulated my mind.
The problem was she is married. Her husband noted what he probably realized was out of character and told her to come inside. she did but she exited later to again me in conversation in the back yard. I counselled her again on a structural defect and told her how to do it so she could tell her husband in order to save money.
I was there today and was early thinking I could finish the work, leave a bill and be gone before they awakened. WRONG!!!! She must have heard me and came out shortly engaging me in conversation until her husband came out and told her to come in. I finished and she must have seen me go to my truck with the tools and out she came.
Now this woman was the typeset of woman I like...she was conservative, anti woke wanker and interpersonally open with me. We talked again and it happened. She touched me several times on the arm and hand using it as an excuse to direct me to some problems there to consider. I gave her the total explanation and told her I would be coming back in a week to complete the work.
I know women well enough to know that some are very sensory, that is, they will touch me to hold my attention and it certainly does but she was on a hiatus and the problem was twofold...we fit together well in perspective opinions and she was starting to get to me in a way that was not at all good.
I am not a pushover but she knew what was going on and I was wondering where her husband was. I knew the first time she had not been bold enough to touch me and had a few weeks to think about it and had decided to go for it.
I have been propositioned before but by widowed women and while I do not consider myself a prize, I know they hate being alone and unfortunately will settle for anything wearing pants to be rid of their loneliness. It is really sad. I knew an RCMP officer and we had a good interactive friendship but he was tied to a dialysis machine and eventually deceased. His wife was also an RCMP officer and a sharp woman. When Archie died she did well for two years but then married a fellow I was not at all favorable towards. I still do her work and she knows Archie liked me and vice versa.
I think she regrets at this point her marriage but it happens all the time. I see it.
Soooo I have to go back and have already told my son and youngest daughter about the situation as a "safety." Only a fool thinks he is a master at self control. Note that Joseph ran when Potiphar's wife tried to seduce him. Why? Because he feared he would fall for her seductions and I am not at all as strong as he was nor as good a man and approaching "danger" from a defensive position is the best way to be, not being arrogant and thinking one cannot fail.
So here is a problem I see a lot and while everything on me works, I am not taking any chances. When I taught a class of mid teens between 15 and 18, I always warned them that when the emotions battle the will the emotions win the most. I seen a young man fall hard, lose his wife and two children and all he had over his thinking he could influence an 18 year old gal to leave the cult she was in bondage to. He failed and I bloody well took note not to mention the fact that as a teacher of these girls turning into women that it was wise to have my wife sit in the class also.
I have my game plan conclusion all figured out how to stick handle around this situation and most importantly I will do it in a way that will not hurt her feelings. She is a good woman, so maybe there are issues in the marriage but it is a filthy vile thing to invade the sanctity of a long marriage twixt a man and his wife with grown children especially when she is vulnerable for some reason. There are some things if I did that would cause me to puke every time I looked into a mirror. And that would be one and it is definitely not worth it. Added to that I would lose the sacred friendship I have with a women much younger who actually needed and needs me in her life. It would be a betrayal of that gal.
Speaking of women, I stopped into a dairy today on the way home and bought some curd and cheese. The woman there, one of three was a bit on the heavy side and in the opinion of others might be categorized as not attractive. She would be around early twenties and I have a plaque on my wall that says, "A kind word is never wasted. I went to her cash register to pay for the curd and smiled at her and asked her how she was doing. She doubled back to ask me the same question and I told her "I was rolling."
She smiled and gave me the change from a twenty I gathered up and then told her thank you gal. She liked that and her smile enlarged.
Just a few words and a light flirtation twixt a man old enough to be her father but she liked that bit of attention. I will make sure next time I go in because she is a new gal there. So easy to make a woman smile and it costs nothing, but is a good investment in communicating that you are one who cares.
Yet I have seen men yelling at busy waitresses who brought the wrong order. I told this true story once as it happened to me. The place was filled and the waitresses were harried to keep up. It was not unusual to get the wrong order. She brought it and walked away to serve the next patron and I jammed my fork into the french fries, and wolfed a few forkfulls down only to see the steak I had ordered was chicken breasts.
I never missed a beat, but wolfed the whole thing down just before the waitress returned and was shocked that I had scarfed the whole plate in ten minutes. She asked why I had not complained to the floor manager and I told her she knew the chicken and fries was far better than the steak I had ordered. She smiled sweetly and I made a note that in seeing that pretty face happy, it would have been worth it to eat a bowl of Pablum without sugar.
She left still smiling and a few minutes later the floor manager approached me and asked if she could sit with me. I told her I would be pleased to have a young attractive gal like her sit across from me. Yes I am BOLD!!!
She held a straight face and asked me why I had not reported the wrong order. I told her the waitresses were harried and I did not want to embarrass the gal that served me. That coaxed a smile from her and went right into personal details. She asked where I was going and why I talked so funny. I told her I was from Canada. I noted this mid thirtyish gal had no wedding right on so I asked her why a lovely woman like her, so poised and amenable, had not married. She told me she had been looking for the right one for over twelve years but wanted a man who would treat her like her father treated her mother. Wow. She signaled a waitress to come over and get me dessert free, stood up, as did I and tried to shake my hand. I converted to moving her soft hand to the vicinity of my lips and kissed the back of it and asked her if she knew what that meant. She was surprised and told me nobody had ever done that to her. I told her it meant I respected her and liked her. That did it. I scored a hug and true to form she was a true southern Belle well aware of how to hug decently. (no body contact below the waist)
I always wondered if she ever found the right man but hope she has. Those southern girls (Georgia) are precious for sure.
Picasso isn't art. Give me Tracey Emin's unmade bed with used condoms lying on it or a pile of well stacked bricks or a cow sawn down the middle floating in formaldehyde. Ahhhhhhhh the good old days of real art from the 80's and 90's where someone with zero talent could make a fortune by selling crap to equally talentless wealthy people.
I always liked the true story regarding Picasso entering the newly discovered caves with the paintings of bison etc from just after the last ice age and he came out virtually crying saying we have learned nothing and the reason he said that of course was that cave art was far superior to any crap he ever produced. Did he really have to see those caves to know he was a fraud?
The real issue is that governments have been co opted to push the diversity narrative… in all things… including art
UNESCO is involved and pushing global Geo-political cultural engineering
Governments are pushing and funding the DEI and diversity gobbledygook… and so are companies…. Interested in social engineering end goals.
The actual artists… are just pawns used to push the messaging
So To me, why you feel it’s ‘contrived’ … is because it absolutely is… this is a manufactured agenda being pushed
So here’s the real question to ask…. Who is funding the museum?
-The provision of public funds ensures the ongoing operation of the Leopold Museum – these funds are used for exhibition production, art education programs, and scientific research.
Special thanks go to the Austrian Federal Chancellery.
Wiener Städtische Versicherungsverein is the main shareholder of Vienna Insurance Group (VIG), the leading insurance group in Austria and Central and Eastern Europe.
-In its function as the main shareholder, Wiener Städtische Versicherungsverein supports VIG in all cultural and social matters.
I love art. However, I have always hated the "celebrated" works of Roy Lichtenstein and thought the works of Andy Warhol were overrated. The personas of these artists and their paintings are, IMO, very much a product of what you so perfectly describe... "The world of modern art museums and galleries—which are largely the domain of extremely rich people trying to be radically chic—has long been infamous for producing ridiculous prose to describe the aesthetic and moral values purportedly expressed in grossly overpriced paintings."
Andy Warhol - what a fraud. I’ve never understood it…redrawing a Campbell’s soup can!?Reprinting an existing photo of Marilyn Monroe in various colors? He must’ve been laughing his ass off, getting all that $ from such tripe.
The fact that these modern art curators are attempting to promote their collection AS IF they, themselves were Meme Lords cutting and pasting modern art bits to get their fabricated message across makes me sigh.
That freakish pastiche of diversity will repel people without even trying. This is a great example of antimemetics for thinking people.
Dear Mr. Leak. The floundering of art is a topic way deeper and more interesting than the issue of DEI. I think you are sensing the role that the museums, galleries, universities, etc. have played in seizing art from the populace and from its purpose as a unifying force in society, and the negative effect it is having. Do you find it interesting that virtually no visual artists or arts organizations are addressing anything of substance – even DEI, if you look closely? I am an artist who is unable to speak out because there are no venues for my message. As you point out, the art world is for rich investors and the parasitic culture that makes a living supplying them with hyped up nonsense to shelter their profits in. We humans need a new movement in the arts to stir up the verboten conversations and also the passion to dream of a better world. I want to start that movement. I brought my version of The Last Supper' to Geneva (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nq-41oQ_Lic) to protest the WHO meeting in June where they were voting on 'amendments' that would seize power from all governments in the event of a health emergency. The response was remarkable, but limited, highlighting the challenge of bringing the arts to people where they belong. To see that painting www.thelastsupper.art you will see a painting that rivals any Picasso or Dali. There is excellent art in the world but it needs a movement to bring it to the people. I could use your help in this.
I looked at your art page- love the comment more than sit on your ass. Have you thought of submitting to the political articles? And those people at your last supper are all going to hell. Great job
It's not just art museums. Whenever we travel we seek out the local history museums. A couple years ago we came across an exhibit about homesteaders in the Midwest. It was a feminist take on the settlers lives, bemoaning the fact that the husbands would frequently take off to hunt or explore, leaving the wives to manage the farm or ranch alone with the dozen or so kids they had. I practically laughed out loud, wondering what my great grandmother forbears would have thought had they heard their lives described that way. It was the modern feminist view of marriage - women do all the work while men do what they want - projected on people who lived 150 years ago. The DEI crowd have a very narrow, false view of the world and the people in it, and no understanding at all of the generations who came before them. As a result they have no real understanding of humanity, and that false view is what allows them to believe in fictions like socialism, gender theory, toxic masculinity and "the patriarchy."
"...It was the modern feminist view of marriage - women do all the work while men do what they want..."
If a marriage of equals, the husband would be equally strapped. If he isn't strapped, maybe things aren't equal. Sounds like a failure to negotiate a sound contract upon marriage. Or, maybe he and she are not equals in every nature and capacity.
Either way, each person has a life to live, and bemoaning someone else's choices as an act of solidarity across time and culture is a sure sign of immaturity.
I think you may have been misled by a 'false summit' (lower summit that hides the climber's view of the higher summit further on). The true summit is here, at the Georges Berges Gallery, New York:
"A lawyer by profession, Hunter Biden now devotes his energy to the creative arts, bringing innumerable experiences to bear in his works. The results are powerful and impactful paintings... "
The Turner prize here in the UK always baffles me ( never mind the hyper-inflated prices). Named after one of the world's greatest painters, in my recollection the finals never include a painter, and what is included has me scratching my head, though I think I'm quite open to new ideas etc. But Marcel Duchamp more or less stated within exhibit Fountain a long time ago that there's a helluva lot of bullshit flying around the art world.
The "We Are Many: Celebrating Diversity" placard would be vastly improved by the addition of just five words: "Brought to you by Pfizer."
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Diversity is another illusion of choice. The restriction is on what you think. Picasso was a great artist but I think he enjoyed a lucrative joke. I remember a bit of wood (in a glass case) at the Picasso Museum in Paris that looked like the stick I kept for stirring paint: Picasso laughing all the way to the bank.
That’s an interesting comment actually, and I hadn’t thought of diversity as being the new way of influencing (such as if you do t agree, there’s something wrong with you). I’m no expert on art, but I do appreciate it and have a few paintings hung up on my wall. Not because of the painter’s values, but because I like/love the art.
Diversity is real and huge, every being on the planet is unique, including in thoughts. That has to be tamed into a small set of allowed types with exaggerations in behaviour and appearance.
The whole idea of women involved in prostitution saddens me but takes on the barbaric aspect of seething hatred towards human trash I refer to as pimps living off women created as His most beautiful and precious creation. To rid the world of this panacea of pukish sub human pimpery would be easy if the death penalty were applied to every single one of these monstrosities.
I do not think the sexual revolution helped the situation whereby damned fools considered women merely as receptacles for their dirty plumbing aided and abetted by the baby murderers of the aborticidal abomination. I want to make it clear I do not stand as anywhere near perfection, for of the three women in my younger days I was intimate with, I was engaged to two singularly one by one over a ten year period and married the third one at age 28, having four children.
Turned out the second woman was the one who "totally" loved me with every ounce of her being but we parted ways over my worries she was too petite to be able to safely have children and was not healthy enough as I thought she should be in her mid twenties. This was unfortunately proven true by her issues a few years later and it sounds cruel of me but I wanted children.
With that confession out of the way, I had always despised pimps with a passionate hatred that still beggars description. I never was a philanderer/adulterer nor cheater as I thought it a serious sin and betrayal.
Organized drugging and raping of young British girls who were sex trafficked by Bangladeshi moslem trash at Rotherham enraged me when I discovered the "PIGS" and local council ASSWIPES had known of this for two years but kept quiet for fear of being termed "islamophobes." My way of dealing with such trash would have been execution.
Today sex trafficking is a pandemic and of the homeless people I often see, I am aware that the women therein are not treated well.
At church I sit in an area occupied by mainly young families and enjoy the sight of young women caring for their children, noting the captured moments that these lovely young mothers look upon their children with an affection mirrored on their faces that is the most beautiful sight I ever have seen. Within that look of affection love in its most poignant and ultimate reality is defined and seeing it silently expressed melts me with the warmth it embodies. There is nothing more sublime under God's Heaven ever and no way words will suffice to describe it. I have seen the azure waters of the Pacific Highway from Blaine Washington to Southern California, the majesty of the Rockies from Alberta down to Colorado, the scenicity of isolated forest meadows with wildflowers in spring, and backwoods areas bordered by northern lakes and rivers. But never yet have I seen a sight so beautiful as the look on the face of a mother who has carried for nine months the innocent child within her, the moment the doctor delivers that child loved of God, and places the precious bundle in the arms of its mother, and she looks for the first time on her baby she would immediately die for if necessary.
At those moments indescribable affection of soft immensity created a sight of love on her face, that effected emotion within me four times, once for each of the four children I had fathered. It created a dynamic within me as the father, so strong, I had neither compulsion nor desire to but be for that wife and mother, a dedication of provision and protection for her and our children into the years they were all grown to adulthood.
That is the dynamic of fatherhood that needs to exist for the survival of the family unit now beset by many ills perpetrated on it by a CYSTem whose evil occupiers will have hell to pay for seeking to destroy it starting in 1969. The Wrath of God abides on those and waits for the death of each one whose miserable souls who will be unhesitatingly damned at that moment.
Enjoying the pleasures of sin for a season is a dangerous game especially when it affects His children whose faces their angels gaze upon upon and whose spirits God favors and embraces. Only fools meddle with children in this depraved existential hell on Earth, but in the end the devil gets his dues. I have seen examples of it in this temporal existence but it is nothing compared to the spiritual reality of our immortal souls.
Laugh and deny, but at the very moment we die, our spirit given at conception goes to the Maker who gave it at conception, fand it is judged. That is written in the Word of God clearly. Ignore at your own risk.
That was so well written. I am a teacher and a mom- it kills me to see how we treat children. However, it is the most beautiful site to see parents love their children and care for them. And we are in dangerous times- only family, love and Belief can save us.
Thank you Cheryl but it emanates from within my spirit and comes across strongly and with conviction. Well I am just back half an hour and it happened. I knew it would.
I had done a consultation for a woman a bit younger than I a month ago and she called me back a few days ago to tell me she wanted the work to proceed. At that first meeting with her I had described the situation clearly and I noticed she enjoyed talking to me. She was a lovely woman and she was verbally engaging and stimulated my mind.
The problem was she is married. Her husband noted what he probably realized was out of character and told her to come inside. she did but she exited later to again me in conversation in the back yard. I counselled her again on a structural defect and told her how to do it so she could tell her husband in order to save money.
I was there today and was early thinking I could finish the work, leave a bill and be gone before they awakened. WRONG!!!! She must have heard me and came out shortly engaging me in conversation until her husband came out and told her to come in. I finished and she must have seen me go to my truck with the tools and out she came.
Now this woman was the typeset of woman I like...she was conservative, anti woke wanker and interpersonally open with me. We talked again and it happened. She touched me several times on the arm and hand using it as an excuse to direct me to some problems there to consider. I gave her the total explanation and told her I would be coming back in a week to complete the work.
I know women well enough to know that some are very sensory, that is, they will touch me to hold my attention and it certainly does but she was on a hiatus and the problem was twofold...we fit together well in perspective opinions and she was starting to get to me in a way that was not at all good.
I am not a pushover but she knew what was going on and I was wondering where her husband was. I knew the first time she had not been bold enough to touch me and had a few weeks to think about it and had decided to go for it.
I have been propositioned before but by widowed women and while I do not consider myself a prize, I know they hate being alone and unfortunately will settle for anything wearing pants to be rid of their loneliness. It is really sad. I knew an RCMP officer and we had a good interactive friendship but he was tied to a dialysis machine and eventually deceased. His wife was also an RCMP officer and a sharp woman. When Archie died she did well for two years but then married a fellow I was not at all favorable towards. I still do her work and she knows Archie liked me and vice versa.
I think she regrets at this point her marriage but it happens all the time. I see it.
Soooo I have to go back and have already told my son and youngest daughter about the situation as a "safety." Only a fool thinks he is a master at self control. Note that Joseph ran when Potiphar's wife tried to seduce him. Why? Because he feared he would fall for her seductions and I am not at all as strong as he was nor as good a man and approaching "danger" from a defensive position is the best way to be, not being arrogant and thinking one cannot fail.
So here is a problem I see a lot and while everything on me works, I am not taking any chances. When I taught a class of mid teens between 15 and 18, I always warned them that when the emotions battle the will the emotions win the most. I seen a young man fall hard, lose his wife and two children and all he had over his thinking he could influence an 18 year old gal to leave the cult she was in bondage to. He failed and I bloody well took note not to mention the fact that as a teacher of these girls turning into women that it was wise to have my wife sit in the class also.
I have my game plan conclusion all figured out how to stick handle around this situation and most importantly I will do it in a way that will not hurt her feelings. She is a good woman, so maybe there are issues in the marriage but it is a filthy vile thing to invade the sanctity of a long marriage twixt a man and his wife with grown children especially when she is vulnerable for some reason. There are some things if I did that would cause me to puke every time I looked into a mirror. And that would be one and it is definitely not worth it. Added to that I would lose the sacred friendship I have with a women much younger who actually needed and needs me in her life. It would be a betrayal of that gal.
Speaking of women, I stopped into a dairy today on the way home and bought some curd and cheese. The woman there, one of three was a bit on the heavy side and in the opinion of others might be categorized as not attractive. She would be around early twenties and I have a plaque on my wall that says, "A kind word is never wasted. I went to her cash register to pay for the curd and smiled at her and asked her how she was doing. She doubled back to ask me the same question and I told her "I was rolling."
She smiled and gave me the change from a twenty I gathered up and then told her thank you gal. She liked that and her smile enlarged.
Just a few words and a light flirtation twixt a man old enough to be her father but she liked that bit of attention. I will make sure next time I go in because she is a new gal there. So easy to make a woman smile and it costs nothing, but is a good investment in communicating that you are one who cares.
Yet I have seen men yelling at busy waitresses who brought the wrong order. I told this true story once as it happened to me. The place was filled and the waitresses were harried to keep up. It was not unusual to get the wrong order. She brought it and walked away to serve the next patron and I jammed my fork into the french fries, and wolfed a few forkfulls down only to see the steak I had ordered was chicken breasts.
I never missed a beat, but wolfed the whole thing down just before the waitress returned and was shocked that I had scarfed the whole plate in ten minutes. She asked why I had not complained to the floor manager and I told her she knew the chicken and fries was far better than the steak I had ordered. She smiled sweetly and I made a note that in seeing that pretty face happy, it would have been worth it to eat a bowl of Pablum without sugar.
She left still smiling and a few minutes later the floor manager approached me and asked if she could sit with me. I told her I would be pleased to have a young attractive gal like her sit across from me. Yes I am BOLD!!!
She held a straight face and asked me why I had not reported the wrong order. I told her the waitresses were harried and I did not want to embarrass the gal that served me. That coaxed a smile from her and went right into personal details. She asked where I was going and why I talked so funny. I told her I was from Canada. I noted this mid thirtyish gal had no wedding right on so I asked her why a lovely woman like her, so poised and amenable, had not married. She told me she had been looking for the right one for over twelve years but wanted a man who would treat her like her father treated her mother. Wow. She signaled a waitress to come over and get me dessert free, stood up, as did I and tried to shake my hand. I converted to moving her soft hand to the vicinity of my lips and kissed the back of it and asked her if she knew what that meant. She was surprised and told me nobody had ever done that to her. I told her it meant I respected her and liked her. That did it. I scored a hug and true to form she was a true southern Belle well aware of how to hug decently. (no body contact below the waist)
I always wondered if she ever found the right man but hope she has. Those southern girls (Georgia) are precious for sure.
Picasso isn't art. Give me Tracey Emin's unmade bed with used condoms lying on it or a pile of well stacked bricks or a cow sawn down the middle floating in formaldehyde. Ahhhhhhhh the good old days of real art from the 80's and 90's where someone with zero talent could make a fortune by selling crap to equally talentless wealthy people.
I always liked the true story regarding Picasso entering the newly discovered caves with the paintings of bison etc from just after the last ice age and he came out virtually crying saying we have learned nothing and the reason he said that of course was that cave art was far superior to any crap he ever produced. Did he really have to see those caves to know he was a fraud?
Now Salvador Dali, he was an artist.
I think you’re missing the point here.
The real issue is that governments have been co opted to push the diversity narrative… in all things… including art
UNESCO is involved and pushing global Geo-political cultural engineering
Governments are pushing and funding the DEI and diversity gobbledygook… and so are companies…. Interested in social engineering end goals.
The actual artists… are just pawns used to push the messaging
So To me, why you feel it’s ‘contrived’ … is because it absolutely is… this is a manufactured agenda being pushed
So here’s the real question to ask…. Who is funding the museum?
-The provision of public funds ensures the ongoing operation of the Leopold Museum – these funds are used for exhibition production, art education programs, and scientific research.
Special thanks go to the Austrian Federal Chancellery.
Wiener Städtische Versicherungsverein is the main shareholder of Vienna Insurance Group (VIG), the leading insurance group in Austria and Central and Eastern Europe.
-In its function as the main shareholder, Wiener Städtische Versicherungsverein supports VIG in all cultural and social matters.
https://www.wst-versicherungsverein.at/en/about-us/
And this is eye opening-
https://www.culturalpolicies.net/wp-content/uploads/pdf/austria/austria_012016.pdf
After seeing this- people should be aware the content of these public art museums is heavily curated and hand selected.
Even the CIA pushed the likes of Jackson Pollock.
Widespread use of unesco to push cultural ideas through the arts… and federally funded museums
https://www.unesco.at/en/culture/diversity-of-cultural-expressions/cooperation-and-networking/the-working-group-on-cultural-diversity
I wrote about this exact thing recently. https://bonniebmatheson.com/does-pretending-you-understand-modern-art-make-you-feel-good/
I love art. However, I have always hated the "celebrated" works of Roy Lichtenstein and thought the works of Andy Warhol were overrated. The personas of these artists and their paintings are, IMO, very much a product of what you so perfectly describe... "The world of modern art museums and galleries—which are largely the domain of extremely rich people trying to be radically chic—has long been infamous for producing ridiculous prose to describe the aesthetic and moral values purportedly expressed in grossly overpriced paintings."
Andy Warhol - what a fraud. I’ve never understood it…redrawing a Campbell’s soup can!?Reprinting an existing photo of Marilyn Monroe in various colors? He must’ve been laughing his ass off, getting all that $ from such tripe.
Radical Chic & Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers, Tom Wolfe, 1970.
The fact that these modern art curators are attempting to promote their collection AS IF they, themselves were Meme Lords cutting and pasting modern art bits to get their fabricated message across makes me sigh.
That freakish pastiche of diversity will repel people without even trying. This is a great example of antimemetics for thinking people.
LOL.
More like a new nadir of absurdity
"We are many" is exactly what the demons said to Jesus; Mark 5:9.
insight
Dear Mr. Leak. The floundering of art is a topic way deeper and more interesting than the issue of DEI. I think you are sensing the role that the museums, galleries, universities, etc. have played in seizing art from the populace and from its purpose as a unifying force in society, and the negative effect it is having. Do you find it interesting that virtually no visual artists or arts organizations are addressing anything of substance – even DEI, if you look closely? I am an artist who is unable to speak out because there are no venues for my message. As you point out, the art world is for rich investors and the parasitic culture that makes a living supplying them with hyped up nonsense to shelter their profits in. We humans need a new movement in the arts to stir up the verboten conversations and also the passion to dream of a better world. I want to start that movement. I brought my version of The Last Supper' to Geneva (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nq-41oQ_Lic) to protest the WHO meeting in June where they were voting on 'amendments' that would seize power from all governments in the event of a health emergency. The response was remarkable, but limited, highlighting the challenge of bringing the arts to people where they belong. To see that painting www.thelastsupper.art you will see a painting that rivals any Picasso or Dali. There is excellent art in the world but it needs a movement to bring it to the people. I could use your help in this.
I looked at your art page- love the comment more than sit on your ass. Have you thought of submitting to the political articles? And those people at your last supper are all going to hell. Great job
Same thing for the world of music. Nowhere to go after Shostakovich.
Amazing👁️👁️