Theme of this round: Zombie Unicorn. Spoiler – Jen won.
Also, creepy guy with fancy camera trying to look like an event photographer, but really taking pictures of weirdo paints herself artsy chick.
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Round 2 of Art League Atlanta action, as Jen advanced to the second round, with the winner going all the way to the finals. Not really a whole lot for me to say about the whole concept, or the art in itself, but it was still a fun evening with some friends, where thankfully, I didn’t get nearly as trashed as I did in round 1, which had me waking up the next morning with a bit of a hangover. It’s quite a scene, with a myriad of types of people, lots of drinking, lots of people pretending to be photographers, and quite a few chicks practically wearing nothing but paint, pasties and panties.
As for Jen and her opponent, the best analogy I have for the situation is that it was like 80s-90s WWF women’s division, where Alundra Blayze was the champion. She was also thin, in shape, and blonde. And since it’s easy for the fans to assume that the pretty champion was the good guy, Vince McMahon always fed her a steady diet of opponents that were weird, not-quite as good looking, and a tad on the rotund side. Perfect analogy.
She also did a whole lot of weird abstract art, which made absolutely no sense to me, whenever I glanced at her execution. Oh, she’s using a hair dryer on her piece… but it doesn’t really change the fact that it still kinda sucked. Now I don’t pretend that I have some extensive art background, despite the fact that I’m somewhat of an artist myself for a living, but seriously, no fucking clue. Smashed up plexiglass with red paint watered down, splattered onto it, and then forcefully dried with a hair dryer doesn’t really result in something at all that visually appealing, let alone sellable for actual United States currency.
But no matter, I’m only mean because of her sore loser, poorly veiled remarks towards Jen and her work. Because Jen defeated her fairly easily in the end, to the surprise of pretty much nobody present, so in the end, it could be said that the evening was pretty successful on all accounts.
Empty threat valid until the next time the opportunity presents itself: I’m never going to drink liquor again.
An evening of artsy-fartsy art-off between talented artists, to see who is the best artist under fire, with spontaneous criteria. Many of us go to support Jen’s pursuit to be that best artist, and she advances past the first round fairly soundly. As for the rest of us not participating, gratuitous drinking. I’ll be the first to admit that as I got drunker, the more spontaneous the photos, the blurrier they became, and the funnier my own jokes became, and eventually it devolved into pointing out the King of Hipsters, and Justin Bieber, among other spontaneous shit I may or may not have said or remembered saying throughout the course of the evening.
