Not fit. (As if fit actually still meant fit for something). Too much body in the body. Too much flesh in the flesh. Too little shape. Too little containment. The form is amorphic. It isn't even interesting in its lack of shape.
Someone once told me he kept surprizing himself by how profoundly average he was.
What argument against it? Self-awareness? That's pitiful. I say, tie him up with a thin red line. Make him dance like a ham. Make him squeek, make him laugh. Now, cut the line.
And see how the marks fade away.
Ever so slowly.
The charming picture is by Alison Brady.
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5 comments:
eeek! that hit me right in the squeam centre...
Why did you describe it as charming?
[Even not "charming"]. The work might be intriguing but charming? It shows, at the same time cruelty, childness and carefully choosen bad taste. The 'object' fits to the paperwalls. Both are disgusting.
Is it possible that charm for one could be not charm at all for another?
Please, add the new piece soon! My internet explorer opens with your page and this work makes me seek for a couple of hours.
Matka
I find this oddly compelling. How many of us are amused when someone falls asleep and wakes up with lines on their face. I'm sure at one point most of us have wrapped a string around our finger to see our fingertip change color, or how about those strange hieroglyphs around your waist when removing your undies? There is a strange fascination in what we can do to our bodies, which most of the time is pretty forgiving. The only thing I find disturbing about this picture is the apparent lack of pattern in the legs. It's random and it make me want to reorganize where those strings went.
Welcome back. Missed your erudite musing.
I agree, compelling. Tells some but leaves a lot for the imagination. What's above and below.
Makes me want to tie string around something of mine to see how tight it takes.
Very evocoative work here.
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