
Baby Tilley. Courtesy of batvega_jl.
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Where High Gets Low.

Detail of a work by A.C.M. at the Outsider Art Fair, in NYC. See the NYT story here.
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Industrial designer Raymond Loewy on the S1 steam locomotive. Image courtesy of Wikimedia.

At the Object in Transition panel at the Getty Center in L.A.: Paul McCarthy (far left) discusses the sheep plug that hangs over his head like a dagger. “The dark stuff is hair,” he said. We hope he means wool. (Photo by San Suzie.)
A who’s who of contemporary art conservation gathered at the Getty Center last night to hear Rachel Harrison, Doris Salcedo, Paul McCarthy (the man who brought the world the chocolate Santa butt-plug), curator Elizabeth Sussman (of Gordon Matta-Clark, You Are the Measure fame) and conservator Christian Scheidemann talk about conservation and contemporary art. Harrison discussed the problem of removing cobwebs from chicken beaks and replacing cans of exploded grape soda. McCarthy pondered the aging of ketchup. In between, Salcedo bummed everyone out with a long discourse on the meaning of the concentration camp in modern society as expressed by her installation Neither. Scheidemann, who has worked extensively with all of the panelists (as well as Robert Gober, Matthew Barney, and the late Jason Rhoades), repeatedly exclaimed, “The artist is always right!” But if the artist makes a piece out of some unstable, melt-able compound that freaks out at the slightest variation in temperature, how “right” are they?
Find out how to preserve your chocolate butt-plug after the jump.
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Damien Hirst at Lever House in NYC: So totally X-Files. Get Looking Around’s incisive take here. (Click on the image to see it large.) Photo by CM.

Fridge Henge at sunset, New Mexico, 2006. Photo by longrista.
If things were lookin’ a little funny this morning, it’s because C-Monster.net was experiencing a fairly spectacular technical burp that was induced by all kinds of stuff related to permissions and content folders and other stuff I barely understand. Thankfully, my new BFF, Wade, over at Yahoo tech support, has helped me get everything up and running. Also: Special thanks to my buddy Abe Lincoln Jr. who pitched in by figuring out what the heck the problem was to begin with… Thanks for your patience…C.

Wanted: Cheap artist’s loft building that can be quickly taken over for the purpose of rapid gentrification. Willing to concoct some ridiculous story about zoning in order to get rid of current, below-market-rate tenants on the coldest day of the year. Motivated buyer. (Photo courtesy of BruceLaBounty802, who is currently couch-surfing his way through New York City. See more of his “evacuation” photos on his Flickr.)
This past Monday, a number of friends, along with several hundred other residents, were “evacuated” from 475 Kent in Brooklyn, because of alleged fire hazards (a matzo factory in the basement) and because the landlord had been renting out the commercial spaces as residential units. It all seems pretty damn bogus. People have been living at 475 Kent for years. I’ve personally been going to visit friends there for more than a decade. Why do I get the feeling that this building will eventually be converted into luxury condos? And why do I get the feeling that all of us, who live paycheck to humble paycheck, will eventually be commuting to New York City from somewhere in Philadelphia? And why why why is NYC turning into the anonymous suburb I fled?
Update: Bloggy has a good image from this whole thing.
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