"What in the @#$%&* is that?" This was said by a tall man inspecting the art at a local coffee shop. He was looking at a work in a plexi box, a strip of plastic-looking stuff hanging on the wall over one of the booths.
Another man came up. "It's a hunk of junk in a plexi case," said the man. "I wonder what it's made of?"
A woman stopped by, her coffee in one hand and a sandwich in the other. "Whatever it is, I wonder why the artist created it? What was her process?"
"Creative process? There's no creative process for something like that," said man #2.
"What the heck does creative process mean?" asked the first man. "It's a hunk of junk like you said."
"Well, I wouldn't want it hanging over my couch, said the woman, "but it IS creative."
A little girl at her side looked at the piece. "It's a ribbon! And it says on that label, it's made of glue. I made one myself when I squeezed my white glue over my hand and let it dry. It's a squeezie ribbon, and it's fun!"
With that the two men shrugged and sat down with their coffee. "I wonder if she cut the plexiglas herself?" the tall man said.
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