We all want to love good art (and to figure out what "good" actually means). Sometimes though, we also want to love "bad", amatuerish art because of all the good intentions and effort it implies. The creative urge, without much talent to support it, is noble and sweet and also a bit sad to me. I found two wonderful examples of "not so good" art this weekend. "Not so good" art that I still had to own. Yes, they were cheap and yes, I can get rid of them without any guilt, once I tire of them. But still, it's funny how much I found myself really wanting to get them. They kind of made my heart ache. So I took them home and I'll get some groovy frames and I'll keep them for a while, to love and marvel at how noble and sweet and sad they really are.