|Scrotum H. Vainglorious |
Trust fund babies majoring in art at NYU?
how the fuck does it take you 2 goddamn minutes to open up a tin can
On a certain level, this isn't actually a bad piece. Human experience is characterized by the assignment of meaning to the objectively meaningless, or even worthless, as she explores in the monologue. One of the most prototypical forms of this is language, which constructs meaning of meaningless component parts (the sound segments she pronounces in isolation).
The piece culminates in the enthusiastic applause of hipster douchebags (as they've just performed their essential function of assigning some deeper meaning to a gross, ridiculous spectacle). Without their hooting approval, the piece wouldn't be nearly as successful. Taken as a mockery of her very own audience, this is actually quite an insightful performance.
This creates a paradox. The performance derives its value from being hailed by idiots who assign meaning to the meaningless. But if it's a good piece, isn't their admiration justified? If their admiration is justified, then the piece loses its meaning again. The piece is worthwhile only so long as it is worthless.
That's why this is ultimately quite a good piece. The artist is not an idiot--the piece does have focus and coherence. Surely there is some way to accomplish the same thing without shoving Spaghetti-Os in the vagina, but it does achieve a visceral impact and presumably attracts publicity.
I did have to laugh at a spoiled art school girl not knowing how to open a can, however. Didn't she rehearse??
i thought that was part of it. (the can opening).
Yeah, on second thought it was probably intentional, but it's funnier to think she just didn't know how to work a can opener.
I wish there was such a thing as pesto spaghettios.
That was terrible.
I refrained from submitting this, what with the shoving foods into a vagina and possibly pissing on the floor, but we've all matured as a result of it being here.
If there is justice in this world, Andy Warhol's zombie will come out of his grave and eat all this people.
I don't remember spagettios being that color.
Also, i was expecting people to burst with laughter at some point, but most of them had their jaws in the floor the entire time.
That project's due today, and I did jack shit to prepare for it. I know I said in studio I was going to do a sculpture of a rothko painting to show man's inhumanity to man, but I totally forgot. Man, I'm boned if I don't have something to show the professors.
You might say she crammed for it.
|Johnny Madhouse |
Ah, just what I need to maintain my raging erection.
|Koda Maja |
I can't bring myself to 5-star this, but 4 stars for the audience being exactly the type of people I would expect to see in an art class. I don't think there's a single stereotype missing.
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