This is how a rapper would understand “astalavista baby”, I assume, and you’ll get my drift in a minute, for I have a bum-related art question for rappers. As I don’t know any personally, I hope you can propel it to someone who knows one, so that they could answer it.
Who the hell is buying the stuff?!
Under “stuff”, I don’t mean art or contemporary art, in general. Of course, you can hear this question when a Gainsborough admirer stumbles upon Turner Prize exhibits at Tate Britain in London; a lover of Raphael takes a wrong turn and ends up in Centre Pompidou instead of Louvre, or you yourself see a yellow Hummer H2 squeezing through a side street. In the latter case, we know the answer, of course: it must be a rap performer, a Top Gear show making fun of rap performers, or Arnie on a mission.
Yet, there’s one kind of art that makes me whisper this question. It is a realistically sculpted nude female body in an erotic posture. There are a few sculptors, quite successful commercially, who make this stuff.
Something tells me that the buyers come mainly from thriving mob and rapper communities. Unlike art historians who present their evidence and then shoot their arguments, these gangsta art-lovers shoot first and try to hide all the evidence later: that’s why I have to lower my voice asking this question in public.
There are sculptors who do it in wood, which makes me think of a moment when Mr Gepetto, Pinocchio father, was feeling especially lonely.
Potential customers! Remember, this art is unsafe. The wood will crack in unpredictable places just about the time the running of your hand over it becomes an integral part of your daily routine. Instead of thrills, you may start getting daily splinters.
PS. If you don’t run your hand over it, what was the point of buying it in the first place?
There are artists who do it in bronze. Galleries in seaside French towns are filled to the roof with bronze seductresses sporting polished thighs and bums. It is as if Picasso, Matisse, Chagall, Miro, Signac or Marquet have never existed, let alone lived in this part of the world. But I will rest the issue of why French Rivera visitors are prone to indulge in bronze figurines with fake-looking breasts. It is probably the sun. My question is not about this artless and anatomically bizarre bronze merde that costs marginally more than the metal that went into making it in a Chinese melting shop.
My question is about this:
This is a French sculptor. Great carving. Unparalleled polishing. His stone bums sell for 5 to 7 thousand euros. To whom?! Who is stoned enough to buy himself a stone bum?
Wood is warm to the touch at least. But what do you do with stone?
This sculptor also does ice.
Ice I can try to understand. Get yourself an ice bum, lick it to nothingness, die from pneumonia, don’t forget to croak you die as a performance artist before your last wheeze.
But, I am sorry to repeat myself, what do you with a stone bum?
You can treat yourself to his website if you choose to. There are a few items there that could make this blog banned in some conservative countries. Remember, it can’t be unseen.
No rapper friends? Then give me your vote, please!
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I’ve just come back from four days in Courchevel. Suspect there’s a lot of properties filled to the roof with that kind of shit.
You know, remembering Courchevel, where I am coming on the 27th, I tend to agree ))))) Is there any snow there now? That’s my biggest question )
You have to go high to get any good stuff
LOL! You beat me with this one…
I was really amazed not by the stone bums but by their market success))
See it this way: unlike those who buy Jeff Koons for investment, the bum buyers do it for love. So, lo-o-ve is the answer … as the song goes.
as for the black bum, I wonder who spends the endless hours of work that must have gone into making this piece of junk? Folks are known to spend money on all sorts of rubbish for no reason whatsoever, but getting a block of stone to produce this, is another story…
I would put them in an erotic garden. (It certainly isn’t living room art.)
Didn’t think of that. Are there any erotic gardens in your part of the world? ) I am sure there’re none in my corner of the galaxy )
I have one in my back yard. (chuckle)