Artists Are Weird

I had aspirations of being an artist when I was young but in my college days I came to my senses and bailed out. The first “art exhibit” I attended on the college campus was too bizarre for my understanding. It featured a large room arranged with modular dividers that formed a labyrinth. The windows were covered with thick black paper and the lights were out so the room was completely dark. The only light in the room came from a flashing strobe light in one corner of the room. The viewers were allowed to stumble their way through the maze in the intermittent light.

Art is too subjective for me. In fact, it offends most people’s common sensibilities. One must be brainwashed by elite, eccentric pinheads into believing that what appears to be good is not and what is obviously eye pollution is really profound. I remember my art history class showing early examples of art (stick and line drawings of animals scrawled on the walls of early cave dwellers). Today we call that graffiti. When my children did that at home, we spanked them and made them scrub it off. And, by the way, how old must something be before it is accepted as art and we no longer call it pornography? I just wondered because it seems like if it is contemporary, it is despicable but if it remains to antiquity, it becomes classic fine art.

Like the college art exhibit I described, much of what is called “art” insults our intelligence but crackpots continue to create such nonsense because there are so many ignorant people who are willingly deceived into accepting it. In 1982, the "ABC Evening News" reported an unusual piece of what they called “modern art.”

The “artist” set a chair in position for the viewers. The chair was rigged to a suspended shotgun and when a viewer sat in it, he was looking directly down the gun barrel. A timing device had been preprogrammed to fire the loaded gun at an undetermined moment sometime within the next one hundred years.

Crowds of fools lined up to take their turns at sitting for one minute and staring into the shell's path. They knew that the gun could go off at point-blank range at any moment, but they were gambling that the fatal blast wouldn't happen during their minute in the chair.

Most of us would never do anything that foolish. Yet there are many people who live a lifetime calling good, evil, and evil, good. And they are gambling that they can tempt God and get away with their sin. They ignore the risks and the warnings until the inevitable self-destruction.

“Don’t be fooled: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature…will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit…will reap eternal life.” Gal 6:7