The Meaning of Arth

Before we begin, you might be asking yourself (or rather me, albeit silently) just what is 'Arth'? The thing is Arth is no more easy to explain than its bigger sibling ART. You just kind of know it when you see it.
Arth, as a concept was born about eight years ago. I was perusing the adornments and decorative elements of an acquaintance's home with a friend, when we spotted something not-quite tacky and not-quite ordinary, and yet not-quite crap. "It's not quite 'art' is it", she said. "No", was my reply ... "it's like, ARTH." We laughed -- and Arth was born.
Just as the boundaries of Art can gyre and gimble in the wabe, so may Arth. One man's Arth is another man's crap (or vice versa). My childhood home was filled with Arth -- to this day it remains so. We cannot all be Charlotte Yorks.
This blog aims not to dwell on Arth. Not at all, really. It merely celebrates it in name, which I think is badass. But it may rear its head from time to time, making us smile and revile all at once.
So in summation, Arth, as its definition stands, plastic and malleable, is not quite Art, not quite crap, but comes with a slice of cantaloupe at the end. Onward.