Most people don’t have anything negative to say about moving to Denver. But moving to Denver at the start of winter? Especially a winter that’s supposed to have record-setting snowfall? That’s the kind of questionable choice at which I excel. But Alex and I have been busy enjoying everything about our new hometown– most of which involves beer, art, and mountains.
A few weekends ago we checked out the local art scene. You probably don’t know this, but I’m a super intellectual and pretentious know-it-all when it comes to art. So let me explain the following masterpieces:
Left: A Bedazzled Bear Humping A Clown – Nature is being overcum with materialism and it is nothing to laugh about.
Top Right: Colorful Spinning Orbs And Globes – If you are not currently on drugs, you should be.
Bottom Right: Tree Trunk Made Of Random Wooden Objects – Life is about growth and growth is just a bunch of random shit that no one can explain.
Left: Mannequin Peace Sign Baby – Babies are scary.
Top Right: Multicultural Train of Babies – Babies are scary.
Bottom Right: Melodramatic Trio of Babies – Babies are scary.
Here are some Swinging Nylons Of Horse-Shit, which obviously means: You are not having enough sex.
Alex mocked me for being so amazingly well-traveled by claiming I was bored with Buddhas:
We also went to an Art Walk on Santa Fe Ave where local galleries give you wine and snacks and tell you to walk up and down creepy staircases for the sake of art.
I think my favorite thing was actually being able to see the artists’ studios. There’s something magical about being in someone else’s secret space.
I’m not even going to say anything about this. I want to hear YOUR interpretation.
What do you think of the art? Can you interpret it for me?
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