Coming eventually to an auction house near you: Portrait of the Artist as a Dead Man, 2009. (In collaboration with Ryan Frank, photo by C-M.)
Dear Mister Hirst:
We’ve seen the rotting cow’s head. The dissected farm animals. And your very expensive tiger shark (the over-sized fish lovingly known as “the wastebasket of the sea“). As you tend to your über-show in Kiev — appropriately enough, titled Requiem — we think that you might be ready to plot something even even bigger. We’re talking grand finale, pièce de résistance, the fat lady’s ultimate song: You, in a tank, in formaldehyde.
Alert Gagosian. Get Saatchi on the speed dial. Make sure Sotheby’s is in the loop. ‘Cuz this shit is gonna be truly BADASS!
xox,
C.
It’s the obvious thing for him to do, right? Coincidentally, I made this a few months ago as a sort of joke – a terrible little piece of micro-erotica!
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3304405361_fe0bc9a6d0_o.jpg
I have been rendered speechless.
@amanda: whoa! awesome…
I think if you name your kid Damien you’re just asking for trouble.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075005/plotsummary