I find descriptions a terribly awkward predicament. I mean, they give you only so much space, force you to use this tiny font, and does anybody ever actually READ descriptions? If you read this, congrats. You get five trillion points! Unfortunately for you, these points are purely imaginative and exist only in this artificially derived pseudoreality called the internet. You can use these points for such things as pwning and whatever else these young hooligans do these days.

“ Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it. ”

— Robert Motherwell, abstract expressionist
zeroing: Olafur Eliasson
pandamandium: Dan Flavin
publicartfund: In case you missed it, yesterday was National Hot Dog Day. We bring you “Hot Dog”, 1957-58, by an artist who’s “monumental” to us - Andy Warhol. 
hadrianestou: Charles Demuth - My Egypt (1927) I love this painting. SO. MUCH. I know people normally go for good ol’ Number 5, but this is probably my favorite Demuth.
cognitivemiser: Charles Demuth. Incense of a New Church. 1921. A celebration of industrialization or a criticism of it? That’s for you to decide…

“ Art is an experience, not an object. ”

— Robert Motherwell
thebootydontstop: Pie Counter by Wayne Thiebaud, 1963
Wayne Thiebaud
Walter de Maria Lightning Field 1971-1977 400 lightning rods, 22’ each I like to think of this work as a sort of cathedral to time. Its rural location is meant to remind us that regardless of the viewer, this majestic connection between the heavens and earth will continue to be, much like lost temples to forgotten religions. To witness Lightning Field at its height— during a thunderstorm where lightning strikes the tall metal towers— is to be surrounded by eternity itself. The experience is complete: all the senses are involved, not just the visual, but the auditory, and even the tactile and olfactory. Its dazzling display is limited to the month or so when thunderstorms actually occur in the rural part of New Mexico it is located in. It is an incredible experience that reminds us that art is an expression of life, and life is the world all around us as it always has been and always will be.
Helen Frankenthaler, Summerscene, Provincetown, 1961. The Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC.