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Understandable, if you've seen my house.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | July 08, 2009 at 07:42 AM
YIKES! here's some more "art"
Posted by: rickh | July 08, 2009 at 07:45 AM
d'oh! meanie beat me to it.
um...
my house has a billboard next to it with a crude drawing of a house on it.
huh. there.
Posted by: mudstuffin | July 08, 2009 at 07:47 AM
Several years ago, I was in an art museum (in Philadelphia, I think) when I encountered something similar: a bicycle tire bolted to a stool. I thoughtlessly reached out and gave the tire a little push. It turned on its axle and squeaked a little. A guard instantly came running over, yelling, "Don't touch! Don't touch!" like the thing was valuable or something.
I was reminded of George Carlin: "If you nail together two things that have never been nailed together before, some schmuck will buy it from you!"
Posted by: Ford79 | July 08, 2009 at 07:57 AM
rickh - wrong kind of stool. (Just ... ugh!)
Sorry, mud. Maybe if you called the billboard "art", your house value might increase.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | July 08, 2009 at 07:58 AM
This is why I throw eggs at the bank to pay my mortgage . . .
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | July 08, 2009 at 08:14 AM
Of course it's valuable, it's the aftermath of a seldom seen event where one of those eurorubber chickens has laid a yellow plastic egg and that gave us the saying..
"rare as rubber chicken eggs (or something to do with rocking horses)".
Posted by: Al Iterative | July 08, 2009 at 08:26 AM
So an Egg, a Box with a Monocle and an American Tourist walk into a bar...
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | July 08, 2009 at 08:34 AM
But the art really shows with the exact placement of the eurorubber egg. Unless, of course, Dave snuck it in from the eurorubber chicken stall.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | July 08, 2009 at 08:41 AM
at easter there are always plastic eggs on the furniture. does this improve my property value?
Posted by: crossgirl | July 08, 2009 at 08:44 AM
BTW, the Bicycle Wheel Mounted on a Stool is by Duchamp. It (or a version) is in MoMA. Most of his works are in the Philadelphia Museum, however. Don't try to clean the Large Glass.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | July 08, 2009 at 08:45 AM
Sometime, art is what you can get away with.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | July 08, 2009 at 08:53 AM
Is this exhibit titled "This Came First"?
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | July 08, 2009 at 08:56 AM
Thanks, Horace. Maybe I did see it in MoMA; it was a long time ago. I didn't find turning the wheel particularly soothing in any event.
Posted by: Ford79 | July 08, 2009 at 09:02 AM
*hopes the Blog wasn't arrested for photographing such valuable stuff*
Posted by: gjd | July 08, 2009 at 09:02 AM
Having to shell out that much money is somebody's idea of a sick yolk.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 08, 2009 at 09:03 AM
if I could create it, it aint art.
or maybe i can get someone to take creative pics of the dust on my furniture.
Posted by: queensbee | July 08, 2009 at 09:10 AM
The real artistry is in convincing people that it's actually worth something.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | July 08, 2009 at 09:17 AM
You philistines - it is so expensive because that is a golden egg!
The egg is presented in opposition to the stool as a juxtoposition of fertility and growth to contrast the sedentary existence of maturity; it is meant to provoke the surfeit emotional state and convey the ennui of anyone stupid enough to pay for this art.
Posted by: MartiniShark | July 08, 2009 at 09:18 AM
hehe...Dave said "stool"...
Posted by: tropichunt.com guy™ | July 08, 2009 at 09:19 AM
(Throws an "a" at the "o" like an egg) I don't know much about spelling, I just know what I like.
Posted by: MartiniShark | July 08, 2009 at 09:21 AM
If you've got an entire egg avec shell in your stool you might consider a trip to the hospital.
Posted by: Joshua | July 08, 2009 at 10:27 AM
It looks like the 'artist' woke up about 2 hours before his exhibition was due to be taken to the museum and threw a few things together.
Posted by: nursecindy | July 08, 2009 at 10:34 AM
Eggcellent!!
I actually saw something very similar at the MOMA. It could have been the same egg just turned yellow now. A true piece of
crapart.*rolls eyes*
Posted by: Siouxie | July 08, 2009 at 10:34 AM
This only looks good as long as Dave stands there, pointing.
Enjoy your new home, Dave!
Posted by: Punkin Poo | July 08, 2009 at 10:40 AM
How do we know it is not a MIT hack?
Posted by: NotSherly | July 08, 2009 at 10:56 AM
The egg is presented in opposition to the stool as a juxtoposition of fertility and growth to contrast the sedentary existence of maturity; it is meant to provoke the surfeit emotional state and convey the ennui of anyone stupid enough to pay for this art.
Well shoveled, MS!
Posted by: WriterDude | July 08, 2009 at 11:11 AM
Thank You, I'm very proficient at manual fertiliztion disseminating techniques.
Posted by: MartiniShark | July 08, 2009 at 11:29 AM
Looks more like a lemon.
Posted by: Elon | July 08, 2009 at 12:36 PM
I remember when Duchamps' last great work was installed in the Philadelphia Museum. There was quite a hoo-ha raised about it.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | July 08, 2009 at 12:37 PM
Depends on who laid the egg.
Posted by: Clankazoid | July 08, 2009 at 02:59 PM
Siouxie! Sharkie's acting all smart and showing his brain again.
Posted by: nursecindy | July 08, 2009 at 03:04 PM
Elon - It would be, if it were a car.
Sharkie, you are DEFINITELY a writer. LOL
Posted by: Diva | July 08, 2009 at 03:15 PM
PS - the card on the next stool (heh. stool.) reminds me of something Sophie drew when she was 4.
Posted by: Diva | July 08, 2009 at 03:16 PM
The hardest part of that artist's job was keeping a straight face until the check cleared.
Posted by: bonmot | July 08, 2009 at 03:37 PM
Uh, my brain is showing....? (zips up)
Posted by: MartiniShark | July 08, 2009 at 05:08 PM
As you were, Sharkie. IYKWIM.
Posted by: nursecindy | July 08, 2009 at 05:29 PM
He's just very good at bullsh!tting, cindy.
Pinky in there too, Sharkie??
Posted by: Siouxie | July 08, 2009 at 06:53 PM
Many years ago, I was a nanny in CT. A couple of my nanny friends worked for a famous artist that I met numerous times. I didn't know that he was famous until a few years later and came across a book about him. They had a giant scallion (might have been a leek) at the top of their staircase. We took the kids to a show of Dad's and there was a "box" of randomly nailed together boards--hundreds of nails. It looked like something I would have done when I was six and playing in the garage with my dad. I've never understood any of it. I'll stick with pretty pics of sunsets, Amish farm scenes and old relatives that stare at you no matter where you sit.
Posted by: shellinoz | July 09, 2009 at 12:30 AM
I've left stool on a stool. What is that worth?
Posted by: Alan | July 10, 2009 at 08:10 AM