I don’t go to art exhibits very often because I’m straight, but this past weekend, wiserbride and I attended a concert at my son’s college and there happened to be an “art” exhibit in the same building. We had some time to kill and it was free, so what the hell, let’s go take a look, shall we?
It was …..oh, what’s the word…. oh yeah… HILARIOUS!!!!
Basically, the concept here is gluing glass objects together in different ways and then calling it “art.” Mostly things like old glass ashtrays and eyeglasses, but there were a couple of other glass items used, as in the piece shown above (wherein the arteest uses old Coke and Pepsi bottles and eyeglass lenses to focus our attention on the deep, dark realization that Coke and Pepsi are nothing more than two sides of one evil Big Soft-Drink Worldwide Conglomerate. Edgy, non?)
I stupidly did not get pictures of the numerous pieces that were hanging randomly on the walls around the gallery that were nothing more than ashtrays from hotel chains like Howard Johnson and Holiday Inn glued together to make frames for pictures of the hotels from which the ashtrays were stolen. Mundane and manifestly overt, these pieces were quite obviously from the artist’s early developmental period, when he was working the county fair craft tent and cheesy souvenir circuit.
But there were other pieces that I simply could not ignore.
I did not get the official name of this piece, but I like to think it’s “Shopping Cart with Inoperable Tumor.”
My friend Megan preferred “BB-8 goes to Wal-Mart.” Too commercial for my taste. It’s a good thing Megan is cute.
The next piece is titled:
I’ve renamed it “Nana, Your Package from Amazon is Here.”
I would not be surprised to learn that Scott worked with the artist on that piece.
I, again, did not get the official name of this next piece, but I have dubbed it “Motel 6 Nightstand in Duluth, 2006.”
As we continue to move through the gallery, we begin to see that the artist is becoming more outspoken and courageous in his work, and a certain level of immaturity begins to take hold.
Once again, I do not know the official titles of these next pieces, but I think naming them would strip them of their raw emotional power.
Yes, those are exactly what you think they are.
And, in conclusion, one final piece from Mr. Klein which I think encapsulates not only his bizarre vision and incredible work ethic, but also, in a much broader sense, the entirety of modern art today.
This piece is officially named “Glass House 2016”, however I believe a better title would be “Hey, Look What Grandma Stole From The Waffle House Before She Died.”
Kudos to Mr. Klein for his passable whimsicality and the innovative use of his PayPal account and a hot glue gun. I sincerely hope that Mr. Klein accepts my critique of his work with that same sense of whimsy.
Happy Thanksgiving, Hostages!
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