My wife and I attended the Bienial at the Whitney Museum in Manhattan a few years back. Sounds kinda toney right? It's fun to put on a hipster costume and wander around like you know something. The fact is you do! You know what you like.
In the middle of a white room there was a pile of , get this, lard. It had been there a while. We're still at the Whitney, you dig? Some clear juice was oozing out from the pile on to the surrounding floor. I've been to a lot of museum and gallery shows before and since. I'm here to tell you, a pile of lard sticks with you.
I had a neighbor once, throw a actual tub of lard out a third floor window to see what it would look like when it hit the sidewalk.
Tomorrow, Fun with Clay.
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