If you find one of the hangers on your door, please consider leaving it up until the end of the show July 28th.
Y'know, if an artist were to ASK me about putting one of those things on my door as part of an exhibit, I'd almost certainly say yes, and be flattered and delighted. But coming home and finding it with no prior warning? It's SO gone. Partly because I'd parse it as "part of some goddamn religious advertising campaign," which IME is usually what's going on when you see advertising that makes no reference to an actual product.
I would consider leaving it up if I were asked, as well. But just to leave it there? How soon is the next recycling truck coming by? 5 minutes? It's in there!
When I saw the first one, I grabbed it and flipped it over. The only thing on the back of the tag is the url referenced above, "www.HeshProducts.com." I honestly expected it to be a pharmaceutical company's anti-depression drug campaign or something even more ludicrous, like a furniture store. If there was some indication that it was an art instillation, I probably would have left them. Knowing the neighborhood, though, they won't last through the rest of the weekend, much less the month.
You know, call me Pollyanna, but my messages of desolation come from within. I need messages of hope to come from without. I prefer my art to not make me want to kill myself. Generally speaking, I do appreciate public art. Just not this public art.
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consider leaving it up until the end of the show July 28th.
Y'know, if an artist were to ASK me about putting one of those things on my door as part of an exhibit, I'd almost certainly say yes, and be flattered and delighted. But coming home and finding it with no prior warning? It's SO gone. Partly because I'd parse it as "part of some goddamn religious advertising campaign," which IME is usually what's going on when you see advertising that makes no reference to an actual product.
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Dear Linda:
I long not to be accosted by desolation masquerading as art on my walk home.
No love,
Mazz
p.s. Desolation isn't art; it's life.
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I almost wrote when I posted this last night that if I decided to hang myself, it was dedicated to her.
but I thought it was too macabre.