Never use poetry art or music to get inside a woman’s head.
Use them to get inside their knickers.
Check out Chicuero’s post on the amazing Korean artist Choi Xooang
Choi Xooang is a Seoul based artist who sculpts concrete bodies. This may sound kinda “whatever” at first, but we come to be surprised at his ability to grasp the world in a pathological way. Choi’s understanding of the world began with his 10-20 cm miniature figures suffering from an expansive delusion, do not realize their relative diminutiveness and tend to overstate their ability and situation.
He visualizes the properties of each individual through one spreading rumor, one who has a huge head too heavy to stand up, one who begs for money with huge hands, one who has an extraordinary sense of smell, and one who has huge feet. Also, he employs a partly hyper-realistic technique as well as other methods of exaggeration, abbreviation, and modification, using his own formative language. It’s very disturbing, it freaks me out but his acute sense of detail and realistic rendering is…
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I had imagined that people would clamber to own another’s soul, but it seems not. I am not disappointed though, not at all – the sheer quality of those of you who entered made my heart glow.
Here are the results:
The winner, and now owner of my immortal soul is now Pete Denton. Try not to be too careful with it Pete and let me know what kind of sick things you do to it please. Here is the official certificate of ownership.
Runners up prizes go to:
Take your pick please and congratulations to you all.
Of course, now I’ve given away my soul, I am struggling to think what to give away as my next prize – any ideas on a postacard please?
~ k )
Went to a fantastic art exhibition at the Old Vic Tunnels last night called The Minotaur. It was put on by the Lazarides Gallery Group and Kofler & Kompanie’s Pret A Diner. by far the best exhibit (IMHO) was Vermin Death Star by David Falconer.