Referring to my photo recently posted, I hate horses being covered for most of the year and restricted to a small bit of land, not able to run. Covers are totally unnecessary for our weather. Some of the horses look miserable. I think owners do it because they’re too lazy to brush them. I wish I could cover some of the owners in canvas and lock them in a cupboard all year - see how they feel.
In my work I sometimes deal with fine arts books and it beggars belief what gets published - books with pictures of faeces, photos of concrete, other really boring or bizarre pictures which can be flicked through in 5 seconds and cost hundreds. At work today someone said she should knit something to cover the genitals of a picture of Michelangelo’s David, take a photo and post it on a blog (she was referring to a similar picture of some sculpture which had been yarn bombed). I suggested she make a book out of it, call it something random and charge the earth for it. She laughed and we agreed it would be a good idea - take really crap photos (in black and white, of course) of anything at all and call it art. It’s tempting.