Thursday, May 06, 2004
T Minus 93
You Say Art, I Say Institutionalized Crap
There's this new field of art gaining popularity in the world. I think of it as the black sheep of the art family. Like that weird cousin who travels to Africa a lot, doesn't shower, and has this permanent funky smell that follows them everywhere. Meet performance art. Instead of painting, sculpting, or drawing, people feel they need to express themselves by, for example, putting things in their mouth. Some woman sets herself up in a cage and silently rotates the object she places in her mouth. Ancient rope, animal horns, stuffed peacock and other inedible diamonds. She brings such insight in the human condition. An Australian man nailed his arm to a wall. Thing is, he was only born with one. Maybe I'm too compassionate, or he seems to be a moron if he'd punch a hole in his only arm. I don't know how the gallery director put up with him. I hope he didn't spurt blood on any of the real art.
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You Say Art, I Say Institutionalized Crap
There's this new field of art gaining popularity in the world. I think of it as the black sheep of the art family. Like that weird cousin who travels to Africa a lot, doesn't shower, and has this permanent funky smell that follows them everywhere. Meet performance art. Instead of painting, sculpting, or drawing, people feel they need to express themselves by, for example, putting things in their mouth. Some woman sets herself up in a cage and silently rotates the object she places in her mouth. Ancient rope, animal horns, stuffed peacock and other inedible diamonds. She brings such insight in the human condition. An Australian man nailed his arm to a wall. Thing is, he was only born with one. Maybe I'm too compassionate, or he seems to be a moron if he'd punch a hole in his only arm. I don't know how the gallery director put up with him. I hope he didn't spurt blood on any of the real art.
