There’s a place in Massachussetts which exists to testify that, despite a person’s will, intent, or cleverness, sometimes things just go horribly wrong.
The Museum of Bad Art showcases the most exemplary instances of artistic intent gone awry. I was fortunate enough to see, in person, just how a thought can completely fail to transpose itself onto canvas.
However, the Museum exists not to mock these failures, but to celebrate them. The beauty in these failures is that they can result in an entirely new idea that even the artist had not anticipated.