So ... I decided to take a night class at the local community college just for fun. Being the kinda guy I am I thought an art history class would be fun. I know a little about this stuff, but not as much as I would like. There's all kinds of wild stuff hidden in Dutch realist paintings and I don't know anything about that stuff.
So ... only in Orange County, California would an art history class be taught by a right wing jerkoff who talks about the non-representational painter "Jason Pollack."
Here's another good one:
This Grant Wood painting is about the typical people you find in Iowa.
He talked about how Soviet art was propaganda, but American art isn't like that because its about democracy. I began to wonder if I could successfully leap across the room, kind of like Charles Manson did during his trial. I was hoping for a break so I could politely leave, but he was never going to shut up about how landscape paintings make us all feel good.
And worst of all ... his PowerPoint slides sucked. He didn't have the slightest clue about basic graphic design or readability. Staring at his type, always written in all caps, started making my blood pressure rise. Then he said he used to work for Disney.
I'm not a fan of murder at all. I don't think we should be in Iraq killing people. I wondered if spending the rest of my life in ducking the members of the Aryan Brotherhood in the prison yard would really be all that bad. Three squares and a cot and I wouldn't have to worry about shopping for clothes.
I ran out of the room screaming. Not an audible scream. It was more like an Edward Munch scream swirled in color and horrifying pain.
When I got home I watched the rerun of Survivor. I may not know Dutch realism, but I know good crap.
So ... only in Orange County, California would an art history class be taught by a right wing jerkoff who talks about the non-representational painter "Jason Pollack."
Here's another good one:
This Grant Wood painting is about the typical people you find in Iowa.
He talked about how Soviet art was propaganda, but American art isn't like that because its about democracy. I began to wonder if I could successfully leap across the room, kind of like Charles Manson did during his trial. I was hoping for a break so I could politely leave, but he was never going to shut up about how landscape paintings make us all feel good.
And worst of all ... his PowerPoint slides sucked. He didn't have the slightest clue about basic graphic design or readability. Staring at his type, always written in all caps, started making my blood pressure rise. Then he said he used to work for Disney.
I'm not a fan of murder at all. I don't think we should be in Iraq killing people. I wondered if spending the rest of my life in ducking the members of the Aryan Brotherhood in the prison yard would really be all that bad. Three squares and a cot and I wouldn't have to worry about shopping for clothes.
I ran out of the room screaming. Not an audible scream. It was more like an Edward Munch scream swirled in color and horrifying pain.
When I got home I watched the rerun of Survivor. I may not know Dutch realism, but I know good crap.
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actually, if you just read your art book, you'd probably get more out of it than the class itself. and if yer still thirsting for more knowledge about that kind of stuff, dude, go to a different college. not all the professors are like that. ferserious.
In fact, any commissioned artwork is propagandist by nature, and so on that note....