Where has Old Ken been? So, has the peanut gallery been asking. Well ...
I've been to a deer park in Sevenoaks where the deer are so accustomed to people and so damn confident of their safety that they will practically eat out of your hand.
I've read some extremely awesome artists' statements, including this one where the "engagement with the public, on buses, in shopping arcades, whilst going about my daily routine of going shopping" referred to some truly surprising objects.
Not totally sure what these hairballs disclose about "contemporary gritty realism." If anything, it would seem to be more old, busted gritty realism. But let's not split hairs.
On a mountain in southeastern Vermont, I saw this amazing, ear-like lichen.
And then back in London, I came upon a personal pet peeve. It is this: okay, we see the art piece—a collection of Ipods hooked up to a software program that trolls randomly through images on Myspace pages. If we want to keep with fishing metaphors, we could note a vague kind of resemblance between the configuration of electronic gadgets that the artist (one Mr. Maeda) has assembled for us and the profile of a fish.
But what of this? This is Old Ken's pet peeve. Are the chords part of the art? Is it important that we know that, yes, said Ipods are plugged into a power supply?
Perhaps it is too difficult to engineer a way to conceal these cords. But what a beastly show they make.
And speaking of beastly ... who ever said the English don't know how to live? "A little more white wine, Flossie?" "Why thank you, Oliver. And would you pass the prawn cocktail?" WIN!!
Well, now that we've cleared the backlog a bit and broken the century mark, hopefully Old Ken can get back to a'bloggin' with some greater regularity.
Labels: Art, Nature
