Post by: Unisaw on January 17, 2007, 01:09:15 PM
"Ladies and gentleman, bon appetit and may god bless," said Evaristti, a glass in his hand, to his dining companions seated last Thursday night around a table in Santiago's Animal Gallery.
On the plates in front of them was a serving of agnolotti pasta and in the middle a meatball made with oil Evaristti removed from his body in a liposuction procedure last year.
"The question of whether or not to eat human flesh is more important than the result," he said, explaining the point of his creation.
"You are not a cannibal if you eat art," he added.
Evaristti produced 48 meatballs with his own fat, some of which would be canned and sold for $US4000 dollars for 10.
A veteran at shock-art, in an earlier work Evaristti invited people to kill fish by pressing the button on a blender the fish were held in.
In April 2004 he dyed an enormous iceberg in Greenland with red paint.
Post by: cosine on January 17, 2007, 01:13:03 PM
Post by: K Frame on January 17, 2007, 01:30:17 PM
Just really, really sick art.
Post by: Monkeyleg on January 17, 2007, 01:32:24 PM
Maybe I won't at all today.
Blech.
Post by: 280plus on January 17, 2007, 01:47:09 PM
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Post by: Eleven Mike on January 18, 2007, 05:21:53 AM
Post by: 280plus on January 18, 2007, 05:27:57 AM
OK, now THAT'S pricless...
Post by: Harold Tuttle on January 18, 2007, 05:45:58 AM
Piero Manzoni
Post by: HankB on January 18, 2007, 05:47:59 AM
Post by: Eleven Mike on January 18, 2007, 08:00:41 AM
You Phillipine!
Post by: Harold Tuttle on January 18, 2007, 09:23:19 AM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piero_Manzoni
Post by: crt360 on January 18, 2007, 12:34:37 PM
I do not often speak of it, but I have been producing high quality works of art for some time now; decades. Most of my work is in a brown, moldable, highly fragrant medium, floating in a tranquil pool of colored water. Though my work has many deep meanings I would like to share with the world, my art is necessarily fleeting in nature. Its main message is the transience of beauty and of life itself. For this reason, after a short interval to reflect on the piece, each one is "flushed," as a I call it, and forever destroyed.
Post by: Headless Thompson Gunner on January 18, 2007, 12:38:38 PM
You Phillipine!
Post by: Antibubba on January 18, 2007, 07:45:10 PM
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I do not often speak of it,
And we appreciate it.
Actually it reminded me of a short story written by Steve Martin. It's in his book, Cruel Shoes, and it's called "The Bohemians". Highly recommended.
Post by: Perd Hapley on January 18, 2007, 08:08:40 PM
Mike's artwork reminds me of something Steinbeck wrote about a very artistic family. The father woke up every morning and made a very artistic arrangement of small hairs in the bathroom sink. I think it was in Cannery Row, about the father of Henri the artist.