I am not much of an artist, and I don't read much, but I know what I like about art. I like funny art, which could mean funny ha-ha as well as funny peculiar.

Looking at the pictures in this funny art article from the Seattle Times, I thought that "Touch" a pair of long arms hung over a clothes hook was a pretty cool piece. At the risk of sounding like a pretentious art critic, (is there any other sort?), it was quite funny too. Somebody had mucked around with it, by turning the hands to face out. Maybe they thought it should have been called Do Not Touch?

There wasn't much else at the Francine Seders funny show that struck me as funny, but that's not to say you wouldn't burst a blood vessel laughing at some of the other works of art. Art works in mysterious ways.

And I did a bit of digging around other artists on the web site, and if anyone can tell me what is going on with the work of an artist guy called Robert C. Jones, feel free to share. Like I said, I like my funny stuff, but I am also willing to open up to art that appeals to other emotions. Trouble is, I can't quite find the words to describe what I feel when I look at his canvasses.

Fortunately, (in my ignorant opinion) there was nothing else at the gallery as out-and-out fricking stupid as those Damien Hirst spots and pickled sheep deals I mentioned a while back, but you may beg to disagree.

Don't Call me stupid

There is a really cool UK art critic called Brian Sewell. I wouldn't want to be on the end of his acerbic tongue lashings. For an idea of what you are up against if he is scrutinizing your favorite art, check out the sound board. And please, don't consume any drinks or food when you click on Sewell sound bites, because you will spit it out. Imagine the butler in Arthur, but real!