The other week I was at a gallery opening for a glass art exhibition.
One of the exhibits was a chandelier by Layne Rowe.

One visitor looked at it and said “I bet this was done by a man, don’t you think it looks like a man did it.” and then he ran to look at the name tag.
This irritated me to a rather large degree. In my opinion it was an un-necessary observation. It doesn’t affect the work at all. (This isn’t true for all art but that is another rant… ask if you care to hear my opinion.) This piece is one that clearly is for aesthetic and intellectual appreciation.
The piece itself had both flowers and a helicopter on it (in above image). Both fairly gender typical icons but also just part of the story of piece.
With a name like Layne Rowe and the only information given being about the work and not the artist (not even any pronouns used in the booklet) the man looked annoyed and came over to ask me if *I* knew if Rowe was male of female.
I said, “maybe they don’t want you to know, it doesn’t really matter does it?”
They responded with “I suppose” and looked a bit put off.
The whole little event has prayed on my mind for a while now and I thought I’d put it into words. Perceptions of the world are strange.