Everyone's an art critic, even robots

Two years ago, when I was going around Manila Contemporary, I was struck by the elegant abstract paintings of Jonathan Olazo, which filled the entire first floor of the gallery. However, some people react to abstract art with the comment that any toddler can do the same dabs of paint on a canvas and be considered an artist.

In this three-minute video by animator Andrew Genaille, two robots look at a painting and discuss what it actually means; one gets it, one doesn't, and wonders how a red dot on a canvas can be considered art. "It doesn't make any sense to me," the robot says. " [The artist] was probably a lazy painter that could only afford the color red."

[h/t: Culture Pop]

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