←Recommendations of /ärt/

A fun, over-the-top comment on the subjectivity of art, competition, sexism... and kids! Really fun characters and visuals... and kids! A delight!

Hilariously funny short play about judges bickering over the submissions to a third-grade art competition. Great piece for an intergenerational cast.

What a fun piece! Lots of comic potential for actors as they work themselves into a frenzy over childrens' drawings. The ending was a perfect denouement. Definitely a lesson for all the adults, including those in the audience.

/art/ is a wicked, vicious, and hilarious satire about the value (?) of judging a fundamentally subjective concept and the pompous pretension that often goes into it. I can imagine actors having a blast with the acerbic dialogue and wacky stage directions.

/art/ is a delightful send up of the pomposity and pretension behind so much art criticism. The reveal of the identity of the artists and the nature of their art is a deliciously comic surprise. But then, this piece is hysterical and engaging from the first line to the last.

Anyone who's had to have their creative work evaluated by pompous, know-nothing, intellectual snobs may suffer from a slight attack of PTSD reading Steven G. Martin's /ärt/, but will also relate to the savagely hilarious truths he unleashes with malicious glee. A wonderful miniature, the ending is sublime. If only the adults could behave as gracefully as the children.

(Full disclosure: I won my first grade art competition. A boy. A boy won. So put that in your Chablis, Mrs. Crull and Mrs. Notting.)

Whether it's art or a children's soccer game, when adults get involved in kids' affairs, it can sometime lead to ridiculous results. "/art/" us a perfect, hilarious example of that.

Such a fun Saturday afternoon at an art competition, hilarious and entertaining!

Short, sweet, and funny as all get out. Each character either embracing or skewering the follies of aspiring art critics. Would love to see this staged.

Having taught an art class for a short time, I was rolling on the floor laughing at Steven Martin's 10 minute masterpiece. Nothing could be more dead on when judging art, and the absolute silliness of pretending to be objective about it.