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Bubble Gum Art

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
By raincoaster

Many and varied are the joys of childhood, and prominent among them must be the collecting of bubblegum cards, with  or without a corresponding  consumption of the gum itself, perhaps best thought of as a kind of chewy, indigestible pink bycatch. When the world and raincoaster were young, it was acceptable to pass the noxious substance off to one’s younger sister, stick it under one’s desk, or indeed, even to toss it out entirely, knowing that the Star Wars Sticker Pack with bonus cards was the true treasure. But in a world of increasingly green outlook, this is obviously no longer acceptable. Given that the thirst for card-collecting has presumably not diminished (I would have gotten a memo, right?) what are we to do with the loathesome, cast-off wads of pink cement?

Make art.

Chewing Gum; not just for desks anymore

The sensual act of chewing, the voluptuous warmth of rebelling saliva, the artificial and secretly aseptic fragrance which spreads from the mouth as a promise and missed kiss. The synthetic fleshliness of the pink color, the obsessive square shape of the product unwrapped and ready to be shred to pieces by the power of the tongue, all compete in crashing on the senses. Applying all this to the power and energy of the Sculpture and its history causes a short circuit having the capacity of turning the ludic into stately and vice versa. The strict minimalism of parallelepiped is subverted by the uniform coating with many bars of chewing-gum completely cover it, rendering chewable to desire, soft and provoking to forbidden touch, what was abstract and distant.

Why, yes, that’s just what I was going to say.

Enjoy the strange, sticky delights of Maurizio Savini‘s bubblegum sculptures and, given that the works are apparently selling for decent prices, perhaps use them to inspire the young ‘uns? Never too early to get a head start on art school tuition savings!


Buttoned-Up Glinda

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
By Glinda

A bit much

 

It may seem like I have something against Mrs. Victoria Beckham, aka Posh Spice.  I mean, I find myself writing about her more than I ever thought possible, since she never really appeared on my radar until I began writing for this site.  But for some reason, I cannot stop myself, and while what I write is usually not positive, I am sure that she lives by the classic showbiz mantra, “There is no such thing as bad publicity.”  Well, perhaps if you are Britney Spears that doesn’t apply.   But pretty much everyone else is fair game.

Now, I understand that the shirt that David Beckham is wearing is a charity collaboration between Posh and Marc Jacobs that will benefit New York University’s Interdisciplinary Melanoma Cooperative Group.  I think that raising money for a worthy cause is a wonderful thing. And while part of me wishes it will make a lot of money, another part is thinking, I am sick of seeing this woman in various states of undress.

She has three boys, and does she not realize that classmates (especially fellow boy classmates) can tease?  That they can say, “Heh, heh, I’ve seen your mum naked!” and 99.9 times out of 100, that would be a big, fat lie.  But in the case of the junior Beckhams, it would be absolutely true.  Am I the only one who sees something wrong with that?  And more cringe-inducing, it is Dad who is wearing naked mummy out in public.  Well, I take that back. Strangers with naked Mummy on their chests might qualify as worse.

Can I be the only one who thinks that moms like Pam Anderson and Cindy Margolis, who are famous for their abundant and purposely displayed sex appeal, are giving their children a plethora of yucky issues to deal with in their lives?  More than the normal plethora of yucky issues that kids have to deal with?

Or does that fact that Mommy’s sexiness provides them with an enviable lifestyle make up for all that? 

My son may not live in an enormous mansion, or get to jet around the world, or even recieve a quarter of the material goods that those children probably do.  But, he will never have to worry about his friends downloading a video of his mom doing the nasty or buying a magazine with me half-naked and in a compromising position with his half-naked dad. 

I’m thinking he’d see it as a fair trade.

Yeah, so I’m a bit of a prude.  Maybe even a bit old-fashioned.  And yes, judgmental.  Wanna make something of it?  I’ll be glad to meet you out back to “discuss” it.  Just make sure you’ve got all your clothes on.









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