Dear Yoko Ono,
Yesterday I was reading a copy of Grapefruit, and shortly before burning it (as the dustcover instructs), I thought you deserved a letter. You are a genius and I will openly confess my love for you. Out of all of the artists that inspire Mundane Mischief, you are the big kahuna. I won't pretend for a minute to understand you, but that is part of the point. To me, your art exists in acknowledging and breaking interpersonal borders and causing the viewer (observer? coconspiritor?) to see the beauty in this outrageous and boring world.
Many critics of modern art justify their conventional (tight ass) ways by claiming that it isn't art if anyone can do it. And here I display my evidence to the contrary.
(New Math by Craig Damrauer, Via:FreemanTransport.com)
I consider Water Piece to be awe-inspiring. The page says one word on it. "Water." It isn't every day that a person acknowledges the beauty and thought-provoking nature of this terrifying and miraculous substance. You have made art out of ordinary life.
Something must be said about The Beatles. I am an enormous fan. And I must say that I do not believe that you are the reason they broke up. Anyone who knows anything about them knows about the intense creative energy they had and how sometimes two many creative minds clash. Then again, sometimes they work well together, like you and John. I believe you brought him to new creative heights and together you acted as great humanitarians.
Love,
Day
