After visiting the Dekooning exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art, I learned two things:

1. It turns out there is a method to the madness we call modern art. The artist does not simply dump random blobs of paint on the canvas. He actually thinks about where do dump the random blobs first.

2. I gave it a fair shot. I really did. I approached the exhibit with an open mind. And yet, I still don’t understand modern art at all.

I believe that art is supposed to mean something. It is supposed to make you look at the world differently, or at least stir up some sort of emotion. However, while standing in front of the grotesque, blob-adoorned forms that vaguely resembled the human female, i felt nothing but slight distaste.

The paintings that contained nothing but colorful streaks were even less thought-provoking. The only thought that came to mind was “Hmm . . . my five-year-old sister once drew something remarkably similar.”

I guess I will never fully understand the phenomenon that is Modern Art.