I was absent that day

I was dreadfully sorry that I did not post a"cool art term Monday" yesterday.
Next week, for sure.
 Truthfully, wretched Fall allergy Sunday prevented it and Monday was crazy catch up day for me.

I am just going to show you a few things that have moved me lately and humbled my sense of art knowledge. 

Joan Mitchell

I fell into the "I already know it" trap. My grandmother taught art history and my first year and a half of college was spent in that major but I had very little instruction  about the post modern movements.

Joan Mitchell

I doubt that I have anything profound to add to that discussion but to the modern art haters, I must ask does this not conjure something? Disgust? Perhaps an odd confusion? A sensory memory?

Does art like this annoy you with its simplicity or vagueness?

I have nothing against representational art, in fact, I admire a great deal of it, but it is these bits and expanses of color without form that intrigue me. I wonder, why does this remind me of the scent of lemons or fresh tires? Often I do not know where the fond association lies.

I wish that I had stayed on for the post modernist discussion in college or that I had my grandmother to mull it over with.

I challenge each reader to seek out a new bit of art that is, maybe out of your beautiful /comfort zone, and find something interesting, if not good, to associate it with and DO TELL.