Back in 1991 the artist Christo unveiled a massive art installation south of here on the land of Tejon Ranch. It consisted of over 1700 bright yellow umbrellas stretching across the mountain passes of the Grapevine. There was a corresponding installation along the coast of Japan, an equal number of blue umbrellas stretching into the sea.
What did it all mean? Who knows. But it was deemed a rousing success despite the fact that a woman died when one of the umbrellas became unmoored in a sudden gust of wind and struck and killed her.
No one ever said art was painless.
The reason I mention this is because our wacky, mentally unhinged neighbor Mary seems to be channelling her inner Christo. She's created her own umbrella installation, and thrown in a few random Christmas decorations just for the hell of it.
What does it all mean? Who knows. Although if I had to hazard a guess I would have to say that, like all her previous art installations, it has something to do with second hand smoke.
I'm not an art critic, but I think even the casual observer can see that this particular subject matter has grown tiresome.
