Kinetic sculpture. That always goes over big with the “insiders”.
Submitted for your perusal, Oppression of the Inner Man. The underwear represents the inner man. It being on the floor represents the oppression.
I think that if you nailed the undies to the floor, that would be bolder, more extreme. And make the nail rusty–yeah, rusty as hell.
Ooh, this is so amazing! I feel so sympatico with the world right now–my soul is full.
Nailed? I thought they came with their own adhesive.
The lack of nails represents sloth.
Am I the only person who believes that, as conceptual art, the artist was best-served by having the installation swept up by the garbagemen?
If you conceptualize it thusly:
“…this is a commentary on how society takes the homeless and throws them away like so many discarded dresses, eggshells and dreams…”
Heck…I might buy that interpretation!
-Cem
Thank you. 
Ew.
See? tdn is right to correct me. It is not up to the viewer, the “consumer” of art to decide the merits of a piece–it is the sole responsibility of the Artiste to do so. If the lack of nails=sloth, so be it.
Here is my latest work: a completely blank piece of white paper. Don’t think for a minute that it indicates lack of inspiration on my part. It IS the wasteland that is my inner life. It is the blankness of modern civilization, the homogenity of suburban existance…
I want in. I am going to take empty American beer cans (Bub, Coors, Miller etc.), put them on a serving tray, crush them just a little, then PEE IN THEM, and set the tray out in the sun.
Oh, that’s deep.
Dude, that’s not “deep.” That’s Coors.
Ooh…and untitled too–THAT always indicates something deep.
there are 4 of us now, a few more and we could do a human pyramid installation. Just think-white men on top, then white women, then black women then black men. We could have a gay Asian jump over us…or an Indian. We could make a video of it and edit to loop again and again and again.
We could call it, “Subordinated Debentures or The Peanut Gallery”.
C’mon, it’s not ART unless it has a title like “Modal Trangressions And Strategies Of Being: The Tension Between Being And Becoming”: take my old beer-can with a soggy cigarette butt floating in the dregs.
It’s trangressing the boundaries between modes of being: it was an ambiguous symbol of the post industrial Western paradigm, given that it simultaneously encapsulates, quite literally, the modal tension between both a mass-marketed corporate hegemony and the desire to escape from the same into an altered state of Being.
The butt floating at the bottom both reflects and questions this modern desire to transgress boundaries, strategies of being, into a state of The Other - Becoming, if you will - yet being constrained by that same Other being partially a chimerical construct, a response born of an paradoxically straightforward inversion, in its repudiation of the post-industrial paradigm: note that the butt, while embodying its own modal tension, is trapped itself within the space created by the modal tension of the can itself, suggesting the impossibility of being able to fully transgress, to move from Becoming to Being.
The temptation to create a classical triptych by trapping the can itself within yet another such modally transgressive representative space, the rubbish bin, is ever-present, yet that would be a little too neat: I prefer to let the viewer imagine the continuum of possible ever-expanding {or, conversely, diminishing} modally transgressive spaces inherent in the diptych.
Please…don’t thank me. Thank the talented men and women who dared to put a brush to canvas to capture their innermost feelings, and those insightful enough to recognize talent and compile their works into what is recognized as one of the most cutting edge collections ever exhibited on one website!
By god, I think we’ve found ourselves a spokesmodel! Fucking brilliant! (golf clap)
I think I have a crush on Case Sensitive now…
(The great ones always have tortured women dedicating their lives to Him so that His art may live…)
Is she nuts? This is the BEST thing to happen to her career. As long as they spell your name right, free publicity and coverage in the news is the best sort!
If her work hadn’t been swept up, would people from all ends of the country and even overseas be discussing it? She has the temerity to complain?
Come to Dada…
This guy is one of us!