Tot Art.

This weekend, the Barn put on its now infamous art show. In essence, the Barn's art show is sort of like Masterpiece Theatre meets the Three Stooges. The visions are divine, but somebody always gets poked in the eye. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.

Imagine a young Picasso at his first art show. He would run from piece to piece, proudly pointing out his works. Maybe, just maybe, he'd look like this:

"Diptik or Triptik? Who cares? Where's the juice?" Even the parents were not immune to the omnipresence of sugar and alcohol.

But, as you can see, some of the works were quite good:




Others, not so much....

I call this: "The effects of global warming on plastic livestock."

Anyway, the show was a great success, and good fun was had by all. Now, can someone tell the little Van Gough to stop tugging on his ear?