My sister got this painting the other day and hung it up on the wall.

I get home and look at this painting.

Me: “What’s this?”
Sis: “It’s a painting”
Me: “Really? I’d never have guessed. What’s it doing here?”
Sis: “We bought it today. It’s nice isn’t it?”
Me: “How much does it cost?”
Sis: “Look at the brush strokes. It represents the tribal art traditions that go back thousands of years.”
Me: “It looks like it was drawn by a 8 year old who just found out about geometry”
Sis: “It’s beautiful isn’t it. The simplicity of it is striking.”
Me: “Why are there so many triangles?”
Sis: “It represents a new renaissance in the art from traditional India. Post-modernist influences blended with aboriginal bases. Brilliant”
Me: “Post-modern who?”
Sis: “Strikingly priceless”
Me: “About the price. How much did you say it cost?”
Sis: “I haven’t told you yet. Maybe you should sit down”
Me (Sitting down): “Why would I need to sit down?”
Sis: “10,000″
Me (Jumping up): “For how many copies?”
Sis: “Copies? There’s just this one thing.”
Me: “WHAT?”
Sis: “See, I knew you’d like it. You can tell good art from the emotion it elicits from the audience”

And that was my introduction to the high world of art. Like Calvin once said, “The problem with art is knowing who’s fooling who”

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