Although the wonderblog is supposed to be "musings about art and the meaning of life," I've been a little short on the art portion of that. At least, I have never really done a critique of a piece of art yet.
Today, that will change. And I invite comment, please. Isn't good art supposed to evoke a response?
That's what they say.
Art should challenge you. Art should change your perspective. Art should make you uncomfortable sometimes.
But the major patrons of art in the 21st century are corporations. Art for the foyer. Decorative sculpture for the drive up to the main office. Ah yes.
Should lobby art make you uncomfortable? Perhaps the "challenge" of corporate art should have it's base in challenging the workers (dare I say proletariat?) to do their best work for the company.
My company has been going through some renovations, which included my floor. It was several weeks before the renovation process got around to the part where they hang up pictures. There is a poster by Georgia O'Keefe in the mailroom now. Not her best work—I can say this, since I've been to her gallery in Santa Fe—but it is an interesting perspective of the trunk of a tree and some of its branches. I appreciate it. There is another work by the elevator; I call it the crayon tree. It's a sort of white abstract tree trunk on a black background, with brightly colored marks or dabs along the sides. It looks like it's raining crayons, as I wait for my elevator to arrive. Not sure about that one's merit, but whatever. It's cheery.
The one by my buddy's cube is a sort of college-dorm poster. It's a poster of a stretch of road going off into the distance, and an enormous moon hangs over it in the twilight blue sky. I think that a college freshman with a desire to travel and/or own a motorcycle would really dig it.