:: Tin ::

Sunday, November 30, 2003

"The prostitute likes kimchi".
Morland, 2003.
Silkscreen on canvas.
Not for sale.

The cracked skin of the onion evokes the lurid grandeur of tectonic rifts while the ironic captioning of the black beans as "premium" underscores the quixotic spell of modern marketing.

The artist, posthumously given the sobriquet "Dimplecheeks McMilquetoast" later consumed the pictured food for dinner.

Posted by morland @ 05:32 PM

:: Comments ::

You are one strange bird. God bless you.

ps-Who Dey?

Posted by: Al on November 30, 2003 06:36 PM

Noooobody! Other than (in chronological order): Denver, Oakland, Pittsburgh, Buffalo, and Arizona.

Posted by: morland on November 30, 2003 10:45 PM

I feel honored to have been there for the purchasing of sed kimchi

Posted by: RGS on December 1, 2003 08:50 AM

You should really check out the Rosenquists at the Guggenheim. Or perhaps you have and this is the most perfect response to it.

Posted by: Anna on December 1, 2003 04:36 PM

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