Etsy is cool, but buying that "#1 METH DEALER" baseball cap isn't necessarily the best idea.
Since this is probably the last time Voodoo Doughnut will ever be mentioned on Blogtown, I may as well ask now. Has anyone ever made a full-size costume that's that creepy doughnut on their sign? It seems as though someone must have, but I couldn't find on on the internets!
There, that’s better. Thanks so much for the pass, Alison!
Alison Hallett’s nameless new work, being displayed as part of the TBA (Totally Bitchin’ Adama) Festival, seems to feature a feline head atop the body of our beloved commander. “Seems to” because the raw, even brutal overlay of the image cautions against searching it for any deep meaning, or even for a quantum string of meaning. Sometimes the head of a cat is simply a cat’s head. Barrels in the background may be filled with comestibles, with nothing at all, or perhaps neither or both at once, the uncertainty evoking a Schrödinger's cat food paradox.
Hallett’s palette, while palatable, is as subtle as a mallet. This is “arte brutale,” if not on a grand scale, and if not with great skill, then at least with cheap photo manipulation software. The message is the medium here, a medium rare enough to truly earn the hyphenated honorific “medium-rare.” The image is simultaneously fin-de-siècle and avant-garde, a combination often attempted, but rarely less successfully. Of the piece as a whole we should perhaps quote Catullus, who wrote “Why is it that hate comes out so easily…”
I forget the rest.
Why did they hire a giant disembodied head in the first place?
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