Adam was not a happy camper. He was never a fan of spending hours looking at works of art in a museum. But when his girlfriend asked him if he’d like to go with her to see the new exhibit of avant-garde artists at the Museum of Modern Art, he reluctantly agreed. But only after he had gotten her to agree to accompany him to his favorite sports bar that evening to watch some college basketball games.
Karen new about as much about March Madness as Adam knew about avant-garde art. But the things you do for love, right?
Karen took the time to explain that avant-garde art is a genre of art works that are experimental, radical, or unorthodox with respect to traditional art, culture, or society. And Adam explained that the March Madness final was the most exciting sporting event since the Super Bowl.
As he had expected, Adam was pretty much bored out of his mind trying, but failing, to comprehend the meanings of the various paintings and sculptures they looked at. Suddenly Karen grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward one of the items on display. “You need to see this,” she said.
Together they walked over to what Karen wanted him to see. “Surely you get this piece, don’t you?” she asked.
Adam stared at the work in front of him. It was a large wire grid, each grid a two-inch square with what had to be at least a hundred variously sized padlocks attached to most it the wire squares in the grid. “Isn’t it amazing?” Karen said more as a statement than a question.
Adam shrugged his shoulders. “I see what it is, but what’s it supposed to be? It’s just a bunch of locks on a wire grid. This is art?”
“Read the title on the plaque to the right,” Karen said.
Adam read the gold, engraved plaque. It had the artist’s name and below that, the name of the piece. “It’s titled ‘The United States Congress,’” Adam said. “I still don’t get it.”
“Come on, Adam,” Karen said. “Think about it. A grid with locks on it. It’s an absolutely brilliant statement.”
“Locks on a grid,” Adam said. “Congress,” he then said. Suddenly it was as if a light came on inside his head. “Oh, I get it,” he said excitedly. “It’s congressional gridlock. That’s really cool,”
“There’s hope for you yet, Adam,” Karen said, squeezing his hand and moving in to kiss him on his cheek. “Now let’s go watch some of your March Mayhem,” she said.
“It’s madness,” he said. “March Madness.”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Image credit: Alpha Coders.