In Memory of Robert Rauschenberg (thanks (S)wine)

We were not a close friend of the artist Robert Rauschenberg, who died Monday at age 82.  But we would like to have been.  We could have gone over to his house every day to play quoits.  We could  have called him Bob, as in "Bob, we think you should create a sculpture of a goat with a tire around his waist."  We could have borrowed money from him and not paid him back.  We could have stolen erasers from his studio when he wasn't looking.  We could have thrown darts at  his turtle.

We can't say we liked Rauschenberg's work that much.  It lacked what we art critics call "a relationship with the unseen."  Occasionally we would look at one of his paintings and think "Roy G. Biv."  Or "Get John F. Kennedy outta there!"  That said, we respect Rauschenberg's commitment to expressing his vision in a way that leaves us totally confused.  Because that's what great art is.  Confusion on the wall.

There goes another one of public sculpture's nine lives

Comments

[Karoline]

Thanks uf for keeping me abreast of the latest in art news, I am hearing about this great loss for the first time here on UF. Also,I hearby vow never to fret over a painting again. living up to confusion on the wall is a breath of fresh air, but do you think I might lose my edge...nahhh

[UF MIke]

Naaah...you won't. Cuz you got eyes!

[(S)wine]

brrrriliant!