Art?

I watched (for a few minutes) the wife of Dallas cowboy owner Jerry Jones on a recent TV offering about the "art" she had decorated the new Arlington Dallas Cowboy Stadium with.

She went on about how, instead of decorating the stadium with football related trivia, she decided to have the fans be exposed to museum quality art when they visited "her and Jerry's" place.

She then proceeded to show us some of this "art" that is displayed prominently in the stadium.

Hilarious.

What we were treated to can be best described as stuff that looked like the bad wallpaper you can buy cheap at your local "end of the line" discount store, stuff that even an Asian college coed wouldn't use to decorate her dorm room with, and you know that's gotta be bad.

There's Trenton Doyle Hancock's "From A Legend To A Choir", best described as a confused and cluttered mess.

Or Matthew Richie's "Line Of Play", which looks like a nightmare multi cultured spaghetti would have.

Try Jackueline Humphries "Blondnoir", which looks like a piece of Reynolds aluminium wrap slit up evenly and then hit with a blast of air from a hair dryer.

My favorite apparent artistic rip-off is Daniel Buren's "Unexpected Variable Configurations". Not really unexpected, almost any bus station restroom has tile walls a lot like this.

Must not forget Terry Haggerty's "Two Minds", a reasonable rendition of a T.G.I.F. window shade billowing in the breeze.

Now, I'm not saying any of the above "artists" have not done quality work and deserve the title of "artist". What I am saying is that what they did for the Dallas Cowboys Stadium in Arlington looks for all the world like a slap in the face for all us flyover country hicks that can't tell art from crap.

Want proof? Look up Lawrence Weiner's "Brought Up To Speed". That should let you know the kind of treatment That Jerry and Gene Jones got at the hands of the art community. I'm no art critic, but I can recognize a giant ripoff when it's paraded in front of me.

The Taxpayers of Arlington floated a huge municipal bond to help build this place. Now I gotta wonder how much of that money went for the third-rate crap that the art community visited upon them.