Sculpture is a paradoxical medium. Often provoking (It looks like Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug, but it isn’t really Britney Spears giving birth on a bearskin rug, wow, that’s confusing, y’all. Art is hard!) yet equally often irresistably attracting, it confounds as it engages. We adore, yet we recognize the falsehood inherent in the artist’s physical manifestation of an actual, yet independent subject; do we worship, or abhor?
Sometimes both. Two-part post. Sometimes the difference between appreciation and loathing just comes down to a point of view.
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Josh… joshinthecity
You’re welcome. Hilarious post of yours! Congrats on finding it, and congrats on making the top five WordPress blogs yesterday.
A truly ‘crowning’ moment in American white trash memoriabilia. Even better than the “Trotskyite” version I posted in May . . ..
Head of Lenin emerging? One hesitates to look.
Yes, and all because of a Stalin organ . . . .