This recently came to my attention:
A Swiss museum is counting the cost of having crap art, after a giant inflatable dog turd the size of a house broke free from its moorings in high winds.
The massive poo, an artwork by American Paul McCarthy, left a trail of destruction in its wake as it blew away, bringing down a powerline before eventually landing on a nearby children’s home, where it broke a window.
Ha. Ha hah. There are times when I think I’m not creative, I have no original thoughts. And then I read something like this and I reconsider. I could take a dump on a museum floor and hang a sign that says “Life” and behold! Art. All I have to do is bullshit everyone else into believing it’s art (a degree in English literature grooms fine BSers).
LISTENING: “Mieleni Alenevi” Varttina