Art?

Due to the requirements of my continuing college education, I attended an art exhibit Thursday evening. Upon walking in, I found myself greeted with phallus shaped flowers hanging from the ceiling, a bed of paper roses scattered along the floor, and an array of rubber bands tacked to the wall. Of course, all of the students gathered around these creations in much awe, uncertain of what they were looking at, but sure that it had much more depth and meaning than the latest Nelly video.

Upon questioning, the artist, Mi-Kyoung Lee, stuttered over the possible meanings of her work, with the requisite uncertainty to preserve the art’s mystique. After all, it is open to interpretation. All the while, the audience silently wonders, “Oh, just what does she mean by those penis shaped flowers? Or those rubber bands, scattered so precisely on the wall?” The answers, of course, are endless (and unlikely to exist at all), but it provides the unimaginative with something to imagine, which is good enough for collegiate work.

To close up the exhibit, a balding man, who could only be a liberal arts professor, stumbles to the microphone and announces the big news. Mi-Kyoung Lee, out of the goodness of her heart, has decided to donate a piece of her artwork to

Georgia

College & State

University . So, grandpa was right after all. You really do get what you pay for.

Or maybe I just have no taste for art.