Sometimes an analogy can only be pushed as far as the listener is willing to hear it.
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Standing in one of the museum galleries, Picknar said to Knox, “You seem a little bored.” Knox said, “I’m afraid I just don’t get the point of most art. I mean, I know all this is filled with deep intellectual ideas… but I just don’t get pleasure looking at it. I feel as though I don’t know the secret handshake or something.” Rodrigo approached, having overheard all this, and said, “It just asks you to bring a teensy bit of knowledge so that it can explore bigger ideas.” Knox said, “Why cant i just enjoy it for it being pretty?” Rodrigo said, “Would you appreciate the perfect lowrider engine, if you hadn’t learned how one works?” Knox crossed his arms and asked, “Wait, are you saying there are people who don’t appreciate a 385-cubic-inch v8 from the 1973 Ford Thunderbird?”
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I can relate. I do art and sometimes the point is difficult to find, even in my own stuff.
Sometimes the point is just that “it looks nice.”
Hey, who can’t appreciate a nice landscape with romping Mirghoots? They’re so … tentacular.
A Rolls Royce Merlin V 12. The sound of a P 51 going flat out 100 feet over your head is amazing! I lived by the Reno air races and we used to hang out by the pylons. (until they kicked us out) 🙂
Reportedly, the smallest displacement engine available in a 1973 Ford Thunderbird was 429 cubic inch. “385” was the code name for the “engine family” comes to the stroke (3.85 inch) of the 460 cubic inch variant, and is not a reference to the displacement.
Can to comments looking for this. Was not disappointed.
Is Chris trolling us?
Art is where you find it. I’m not really into low riders but I can appreciate when the paint, interior and stance all work together for an aesthetic goal. Oh, and my remote control airplanes are multi-media kinetic sculptures.
So … fixable by replacing “385” with “429” or “460” in panel 6, or by removing “-cubic-inch”?
Reportedly there are plebians who just can’t appreciate the sight of an ABBA set of F7s in Santa Fe’s iconic warbonnet paint at the head of a gleaming string of stainless steel Super Chief cars.
Sorry, I just can’t understand that. ::smile::
I appreciate art in all its manifold forms, from painting to cartooning, from macrame to forty-heddle weaving, from slide whistle to symphonic orchestra. Even to rap and tattooing.
What gives me problems is that I understand what the artist is trying to express, and how they’re doing it, and while bad performance is awful enough, the real pain comes from faulty conception and truly limited grasp of the subject that’s being mangled before my eyes/ears/thalamus/pineal. You can argue that all art deserves to be appreciated for its own sake and that of the artist’s effort, but I promise you that you wouldn’t say that about a cook who turned out an apple tart that has the mouthfeel and the taste of a hockey puck. Gimme a BREAK.