UNAffordable Art Fair

First off, if anyone ever even SUGGESTS driving into the city, They are severely wrong. I shall never complain about a commute on New Yorks public transportation again. Going to this art fair on a Sunday morning seemed reasonable enough, tell me why every driver in Manhattan was in their car and not knowing how to DRIVE. Taxi cabs just stop, for no reason AT ALL, people rush into intersections and screw everyone else, and don’t even get me started on the nerve of damn pedestrians and bicyclists. Also parking?? Not a chance dude. My families car is a larger SUV, so the normal parking garage fees are now tripled because “Its an oversized vehicle”. If you have to park it in a spot anyway, why does the size of the vehicle matter, it’s not like it’s a giant bus. Ridiculous I say

On to the fair itself, The ticket price alone made this the unaffordable art fair. The “lovely” security guard at the door decided that there was no student discount… thanks dude. $40 later…and a very full elevator ride… we make it to the fourth floor. My mother and I were handed maps of everything. I won’t even lie, I didn’t understand a second of that map. I kept turning the paper around hoping it would make sense but in the end we just kept heading towards the right. Also, I feel like I kept running into the exact same people every step I took, which the amount of uncomfortable eye contact I had with these people is just ridiculous.

The art itself now… What was I even looking at dude? I feel like so many pieces focused on bright colors of shapes, that they all blended together and without looking at the few photos I took, It was all a blur. Some were pretty looking… but who would ever pay that much money for a piece of fabric that looks like a child ate paint, puked it onto the canvas, and rolled around in it. The amount of thousand dollar price tags was so crazy, and the sold signs. I aspire to be as rich as random New Yorkers so I can buy ugly expensive art to show off to my other rich New Yorkers friends.

There was one memorable piece that I thought about on the traffic filled ride home. Ross Bonfanti, what I would do to see what goes through this mans head. A vintage stuffed teddy bear, walking other really old dog stuffies. I thought it was rather cute, but after googling him… why is there so many dead bears?? Why are they made of cement… why does one have nails sticking out of it everywhere? I am utterly terrified to see what is on this mans mind.

Overall, I would say it was most definitely not worth my time, money, or effort, but I now have a favorite artist who creates lovely concrete stuffed animals.