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Another Round Of "real" Vs. "fake" Art

Another Round Of "real" Vs. "fake" Art image
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November
Year
1995
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Well well well. It appears it is time once again for another round of "Real Art" vs. "Fake Art." As per normal, this argument is at no loss for self-absorbed, over-opinionated, self-righteous care-takers who profess the ability to tell "Real" art from "Fake" art, without so much as looking at it. When Jacques Karamanoukian makes his Sweeping statement that there "Are no real art galleries in Ann Arbor, blah, blah, blah" did he think gallery owners like Alexa Lee would:

A) Nod their heads and say "Yup, he's right you know"

B) Change the signs on their buildings to read, "No Art In This Gallery"

C) Challenge his statement and the vacuum in which it was made.

Hey Jacques, you can't define the ring, mix up the mud and then refuse to wrestle when the lines begin to form. Besides, I think you would present a striking figure in one of those 19th-century, full-body, cotton bathing suits. I think Alexa Lee would as well. A fine fundraiser that would be! It could be held outdoors in West Park. Real and fake artists could paint impressions to be sold in their respective non-galleries.

Roger Hayes could personally escort anyone who has ever been "blackballed" to the VIP seating. Thom Jurek (who doesn't usually attend these things) could stand at the door to allow or deny you access depending on your point of view, which may or may not be appropriate for a community forum. Sadly, all Ann Arbor gallery owners would be absent, as the ignorance and distast they have for what each other is doing would prevent them from knowing the event existed.

Of course all European and American white males will be forced to sit in the last row, with everyone in front of them standing. Dr., Professor, Rev., Poet, Critic at Large, Societal Judge, and Cultural Jurist, Arwulf, will be the round-by-round ringside announcer. His beautifully descriptive prose of this blessed event will be transcribed as poetry, but will not be recited at a Poetry Slam. And me, I'll be lying under the gracious canopy of fortunate old elm tree, whistling my favorite jazz tune. Until of course, someone points out to me that it is not real jazz!

Dan Moray

Ann Arbor

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