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One of the best things about writing about the arts is that you occasionally get to write a sentence like the following: This past weekend, I saw perhaps the finest-looking testicle I have ever seen. To a degree, one wishes one could stop there. It is, after all, a sentence fraught with possibilities. At this moment, any story is possible, so long as it ends in me looking at a testicle.
Any further embellishment will make the Andrew zimmern naked a smaller place. At this moment, it could be any testicle. Two sentences from now, it will be a specific testicle, and infinite possibility will be reduced to a specific event. Ah well; so be it. Hernsberger has been very precise in her naming of her photograph: It is a large, pink and unexpectedly gorgeous cow testicle placed atop a bovine reticulum. Both are atop a florid tablecloth, and the photograph is framed in a faux-elegant white frame with some white filigree around it, providing it with just a hint of kitsch.
This is presented atop a scoop of cottage cheese, as though offered as a healthy appetizer.
In life, the images are quite large, and their bigness, combined with their subject matter, makes them showstoppers. Where she approaches her subject matter with exceptional precision, his work is an act of chaos, a sort of Eat Street terrorism.
He takes food from local restaurants and upends it onto his scanner. The exhibition was jurored by Batholomew Ryan, who is an assistant curator at the Walker, and he has a taste for the startling, it seems.
She has her back to us, so we cannot see her face, but instead her braided hair, which the crabs explore with what seems to me to be no small amount of confusion. You watch it for 30 seconds or more, and then move on to other pieces of art. The hermit crabs are flanked by two pieces that I find genuinely witty. I am not sure what Dralle intended with this, but it has the quality of slash fiction — a subgenre of fan fiction, in which people write erotic short stories about famous people.
But this is slash fiction for the asexual. On the other side of the hermit crabs are two pieces by Laura Hallen created by taking somewhat girly items, like a tutu and pompoms, and placing them in a plexiglass box. The result looks like one of those science experiments we had to do in grade school, in which we would take a piece of bread and toss it in a jar for a week, allowing it to become engulfed by cotton candy-like spores. In fact, her work has what feels like a deliberately naive quality, as though somebody were painting something she thought was beautiful and just went hysterical with it, pouring so much emotion into it, and embellishing it Andrew zimmern naked so many preposterous details, that it becomes grotesque.
The woman smiles maniacally, her eyes wide and pained, her lipstick a mess, seeming as though someone had tried to smear it off her face. I feel certain that this is how people may actually feel on their wedding day.
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If you have questions, editors minnpost. His work is a fabulous counterpoint to Hernsberger's, though. It is, after all, a riot of spilled rice, noodles, egg and corn, and it's thoroughly unappetizing. Lang's talent is that he makes, say, a McDonald's combo meal look just as odd and unappetizing as anything Zimmern might consume over the course of his day. It's a six-minute, second high-def video of three large hermit crabs crawling around on a woman's head. You look back a half-hour later, and the hermit crabs are still in a woman's hair, still perplexed, and always will be.
The first is a series of graphite and colored pencil nudes of men that have the feeling of deliberate blandness — the men are not posed in any artful way, but face out, arms slumped at their side or folded across their chests, looking slightly defeated, like medical studies who aren't enjoying the experience. There's no erotic charge to it at all. It's slash fiction for anybody who ever listened to "A Love Supreme" and said, I wonder what the saxophonist would look like naked, and was startled and displeased by the fact. I don't think I will be able to see a tutu again without worrying that it might cause an environmental illness due to mold sensitivity.
I usually read artists' statements and then ignore them, because I don't really care what an artist thinks they're doing, but instead am interested in how they do it.
The meaning of art is always up in the air, and an artist's statement sometimes only reflects just how confused an artist is about what they are making. But I think Beck's is instructive, as she writes that her work reflects "an unceasing attraction to tragedy, excesses of glamour, and personal drama made public. Even the titles have that quality: "Jenny Valentine's Fantasy of Randy Whitehead-Goldentan," which shows a man with television soap-opera-star good looks, hugged by a sort of teddy bear, his face marked with a lipsticked kiss.
My favorite of her pieces is "Recent Bride 1," a portrait of a woman's face with her hair swirling around it as though a careful coiffure had just collapsed from exhaustion. She looks entirely unhinged; I wish the models in brides' magazines looked like this. That's how things are. Copy HTML.Andrew zimmern naked
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