I am totally not an art nut. I don't get it and don't connect with it.
But that has changed.
video games. It was a wide variety of takes on some really popular
franchises: Mario was his 8-bit self, or a wiry human plumber laboring
away under the sink. The Prince of Darkness was an evil version of
Katamari's prince. Colors and styles were as varied as the stuff in any other California
gallery - but it was all in homage to a 30-year-old culture of games.
In writings in recent months about choosing to move forward with a
life in the gaming business, I've also realized, accepted and embraced
that gaming is -my- culture. I found one work that resonated and came home with me. It's certainly
not beautiful, but it definitely evoked a reaction from me: laughter.
And art is meant to do that, right? It's absurd, but it will
eventually go up on a wall (probably in my next domicile post-grad),
so here's a preview:
said blake @ 7:07 PM ::
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