To start out with, I have to tell you that I love modern art. In fact, it’s about the only art I really appreciate. When I go to museums, I run through almost the whole thing and then linger on the modern art floor. I think my friend Dave and I toured the entire British Museum, after being told it was the most fabulous art museum in London, in about 15 minutes. We spent nearly an entire day at the Tate. So you have the picture right? I love, and, I think, appreciate modern art.

So this weekend I paid a visit to the Contemporary Arts Center in Cincinnati. They have an exhibit (that they are so proud of they don’t even list online with the other exhibitions) that they referred to as “minimalist.” I should say so! In on very large room there was nothing but a broken bottle of Heineken with the beer dried up on the floor. In another large room there was a bench in a glass case. In still another room there was nothing more than a twig leaning against the wall.

So maybe I don’t appreciate modern art after all… Or at least not “minimalist” art. I do appreciate the irony in watching the poor museum employee whose job it was to guard the twig, covered bench and dried beer with broken glass.