Friday, August 06, 2004

Turtle soup

It seems that I am lately fixated on art - good art, bad art, mediocre art. The last category doesn't get a write up here - apathy just doesn't motivate as well as other emotions.

As an aside - I really wonder what the world would look like if Glaxo came up with some sort of drug that would help people harness their apathy to some end. I think we'd find a frightening array of completed home improvement jobs.

I imagine consultants storming the city armed with only a bottle of Indiffrolex(tm) and a bill.

Anyhow - the point of this post is the following:

Aref-Adib asked his readers which was made by a turtle and which by the artist Willem de Kooning.

The answer? Oh come on, does it really matter?

What I think a lot of people don't get is the fact that the uncanny similarity between these two daubings doesn't drag the turtle up to the level of a prodigy, it drags the artists down to the level of a turtle.


Well then, have it as you like. The turtle is a maestro of the slick flipper. It's only a matter of time before you'll find him at this season's finest parties.

Cod liver oil martini clutched to one side, leaning at a jaunty angle against an aquarium he will regale his adoring audience with tales of his new loft apartment and girlfriend (model and actress 'Gazelle')

Be sure you don't invite me, though. I hear turtle is yummy.

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