A man walked into Seurat’s Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.* Naturally, the museum’s curators were miffed. After all, priceless works of art tend to become very pricey when a person puts his head through them. “It was just so lifelike,” the man explained, trying to extricate himself from the canvas — and a dog’s butt.** “Lifelike?” one of the curators scoffed. “You’ve certainly got the wrong impression of Neo-Impressionism!” “Indeed,” another one added. “You’ve entirely missed the point of pointillism!” “And might I say,” a nearby optometrist interrupted, holding out a business card, “you’ve probably got a serious eye problem, too.” (Lesson: if you’re seeing spots, please contact a health care professional immediately. Also, don’t visit the Art Institute of Chicago when you’re drunk.)
*Or Un Dimanche après-midi à l’Île de la Grande Jatte, if you read French and stuff.
**To fully appreciate this joke, please see visual aid… or major in Art History.
© 2014 Tony Vicory.