today, i went to the san francisco museum of modern art. it is quite interesting. it’s my third time going there, so i kind of knew what was there. anyways, it is seeing a lot of art (obviously). some people walk around and act like they are really into the blank paintings and solid colors. others just quickly scan through never really understanding what the art is about. anyway, one must always think how these paintings can be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and some in the millions. everyone says “i could have done this.” art people defend “…but you didn’t!” well, the big problem is that these things have value to begin with. akira kurosawa, a japanese director, said that for some unknown reason humans like to place a value on everything they do, even when there is no real value. he would see directors film something and then have to use it because they felt like spent time and money into it, so it must be in the film, even if it adds nothing. kurosawa would cut scenes like crazy, even if he poured millions of dollars into a scene. once he had some huge scene with thousands of extras, filmed hours of this battle. then cut it down to a few seconds because he felt any more would be excessive. (somehow he still has 3 hour films, oh well.) anyways, in the same way, art is like this. no matter what artists make, they always feel like it has value. it may be the ugliest, plainest, most useless artwork, but it is original, so it must have some unreasonably high value. people must know when to stop. of course, value isn’t really measured well, so all we get is bubbles. too bad these bubbles seem to be unbreakable. value is a weird concept.