Thursday, May 19, 2005

More notes on a heavenly mandate

A Mies Van Der Rohe block, tall as any unadorned skyscraper but obviously painted yellow stands connected to its little brother, the low-to-ground squat horizontal rectilinear cube. Like Big Bird on Sesame Street chirps, "one of these things don't belong; one of these things is not like the others..." So who decides which one is the natural question. Maybe Linda Montano tied up to the great Sam Hsieh for a whole year can help.

Or the unnatural byproduct of an incestuous marriage between Charles Ray's Family of Man and the starkly colored tilted pillars of Judy Chicago to cobble a new Bride of Frankenstein more grotesque than a freaked-out Elsa Lancaster. Somehow visions of many little Sons of Godzilla following in a straight row behind the Monster of all Cookie Monsters seem appropros. Minimalism through puppetry then falls prey to a Pinnochioed appendage in rainbow colors that gooses its bitch from behind. And then how to dispel accusations of sadomasochism especially to explain the handcuffs.

We cross that bridge, cutting a wide swath around Sean Connery, when we get there.

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