Some of the discussions I’ve been having recently have got me a bit touchy on certain subjects, which some of the quicker on the draw of you may have noticed. This relates to one of them, and William Powell says things so much better than I could that I figure I should just stand back and let him have at it.
From My Man Godfrey, and as true now as it was then. Skip ahead to 2:30-4:00 to watch the real fun:
Mine was always on my case about drawing my pentacles with straighter lines and was I totally sure that was the actual Aleister Crowley quotation and not just some lame paraphrase of Baudelaire? Oh yeah, and mine was gay, of course!
That’s an image from the video installation DeadSee, which was on display earlier this year (and may be still, for all I know) at MOMA in NYC. And here’s a video of the latter portion of the work, probably best viewed with the sound off, because of all the tourist-generated rhubarb in the background:
And the artist’s statement:
In the wall-sized projection DeadSee (2005), a cord connects five hundred watermelons, creating a six-meter, spiral-shaped raft on the salt-saturated waters of the Dead Sea. Secured within this sculptural configuration, the artist floats with an arm outstretched toward a collection of “wounded” fruits, their intensely red flesh revealed. The nautilus form gradually unfurls, leaving the surface of the water a nearly monochromatic azure and the artist’s body exposed.
Cross-posted from TeenyManolo, becuase it just may be the greatest YouTube ever recorded, including Parliamentary Chicken, the one with the mushroom people and lounge music. And that is saying something.