The prints weren't even meditative, contemplative, or worshipful of water. They were mostly dark, high contrast prints mounted on plastic. Not even good enough to be hung in a corporate office to satisfy the non-controversial art quota. It was bad, and I mean bad, I saw the title on the white wall before I even noticed the art. I should have turned around. I should have walked away. The 3 dreadlocked teens in the coffee shop next door didn't help my mood either.
I keep my polluting to a minimum, I like my hike on a Saturday morning, but after seeing the title next to these pieces I wanted to go drop oil in the nearest river.
There's still time to make it for his lecture on March 20th: 6-9pm, "Art & Environmental Activism". I promise I won't be there.