Arts and crafts fair

I went to an arts and craft fair this weekend, which should have been called the arts and other crap fair.

Sure, there were a couple of booths with nice ceramics and pretty travel photographs, but let's focus on the crap, shall we?

There was a giant painting of an ugly, hairy man (the artist himself) breastfeeding a child. Beside them was a table where a nasty cat was licking milk that had spilled from a carton.

This was unfortunately not the last time an ugly artist had included himself in his painting. Another floppy-eared artist managed to incorporate his ugly self into each one of his works. A young woman found space in every painting for a guy that was sitting beside her at the arts and crap fair, presumably her boyfriend.

There were other works of crap too, such as a photograph of a young woman vomitting flowers, gigantic photos of ugly bugs and scribbles that were clearly drawn by someone in diapers yet carried a price tag in the hundreds.

I of all people understand what it means to be broke and in an undervalued profession. But these people seem to be asking to be struggling artists. Because I don't see who in their right mind would spend hundreds of dollars to hang that ugly crap on their living room wall.

But all was not lost as, like any fair, this one included booths with food. So I finally bought some pieces.