The Boulder Art Fair happens once a year and was sort of like the Cherry Creek Art Festival down in Denver — a lot of the same artists were there — except smaller. As such, there was little redeeming about it unfortunately. The art almost exclusively looked like it belonged in the headquarters of a corporation, and cost as much as well. Just like the Cherry Creek festival, little caught my eye… which was a damn shame, since I think events like there are pretty cool usually. Alas, I’d rather spend a day at the dog park, or the Farmer’s market, or sitting at home and staring at the ceiling… seriously.