I like art, I like the symmatry, I like the colors. What I don't understand is modern art. I like the splash of color, and maybe that's all I should see, but when people start gushing over the meaning of it all, I'm lost. There is a piece in the New York Times about a late artist, HELIO OITICICA 1937-1980, and some of his work. The piece shown looks to me exactly what it is, a wooden crate with some orange draping hanging stapled to it. The piece shown is called "B14 BOX BOLIDE 11"
It is at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. Here is the link to more of his works as shown in the New York Times article: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/17/arts/design/17oiti.html?th&emc=th