Modern art

I have long felt that modern art can be both pretentious and seemingly lacking in any particular creativity and skill. As a mild protest I entered a painting into our school’s local art exhibition that had been painted by my 3 year old daughter. As you would expect, it was just a mass of colour with no structure. We named it ‘Dancing in the Dark’, gave it a high price, mounted it in a posh frame and invented a profile for a fictitious artist to sit alongside the painting. It was sold in no time at all, confirming my long held opinion of modern art and its devotees. We then took my daughter to McD’s to celebrate her sale. However, 2 days later I received a message from the art show organiser asking me to contact the woman who had bought it as she wanted to know more about the artist. I had a very awkward conversation with this lady for quite some time, finally having to admit that the artist was my 3 year old daughter. Naturally, I had to return her money. It was only afterward that I discovered that the ‘purchase’ and the subsequent phone call had been set up by my colleague at work who knew what I had done and decided who should have the last laugh.