Peter HedgesIn a cement park across the street is this giant sculpture. It is a giant umbrella frame lying on its side. It's green. Stand under it, during a rainstorm, you'll still get wet - that's why it's art.
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"In a cement park across the street is this giant umbrella frame lying on its side. It's green." The quote is a cute and witty way to describe how art can be used in life. The umbrella frame was made to serve as a rain shelter, but could also be an umbrella if it was open. The artist did not intend for the sculpture to serve as a rain shelter, but it does.
And, because of that, the sculpture is art. We see art all around us in many different forms; we call them houses, chairs, and sculptures.
Source: Whats Eating Gilbert Grape
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