Lots of Metaphors Incorporating Genitalia. You Have Been Warned:
For those few of you who are actually keeping up with this Work of Art thing I'm doing (I should probably send you a gift basket or something for being so attentive. are you the exotic popcorn type, or do you prefer chocolates wrapped in sunshine and glitter?), I'm a wee-bit nervous about this week's challenge. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. But also feeling a little like the first time you let someone see you naked with the lights on.
The theme of this week is "shock art." Like, art that will make you gasp, and immediately drive to the nearest church to scrub yourself in a vat of holy water. The biggest challenge for me is not so much coming up with a concept. Because if you REALLY know me, then you know I'm seriously dark and twisted inside. My concept for this week developed almost instantly. Also something you might know about me is that I have some seriously huge, brass balls. Like, I'm not afraid of anything (except cockroaches. if one of those suckers flies at my face I will turn into the biggest pussy on the planet. we're talking weeping and rocking in a corner). I'm willing to jump into just about any situation, head first, full force, ready for any reaction or outcome. I will go balls out on this challenge. The execution will be without reservation.
But then I have to put it on the Internet. Where people like my Grandfather hang out. Typing that last sentence just made my balls shrink. And not in that cold swimming pool kind-of-way, but more like I fell into the Arctic ocean, and oh, would you lookit there, my huge sac has frozen right off my body.
At the end of the day though? I'm truly excited to have this excuse to unleash an artistic side of me that I don't think I would have let out any time soon otherwise. And in the mean time, I hope the house full of people I'll be staying with in Dallas this weekend don't judge me too harshly while I work on my submission. It's a good thing Roberta's freezer is full of nothing but margarita mix.
The theme of this week is "shock art." Like, art that will make you gasp, and immediately drive to the nearest church to scrub yourself in a vat of holy water. The biggest challenge for me is not so much coming up with a concept. Because if you REALLY know me, then you know I'm seriously dark and twisted inside. My concept for this week developed almost instantly. Also something you might know about me is that I have some seriously huge, brass balls. Like, I'm not afraid of anything (except cockroaches. if one of those suckers flies at my face I will turn into the biggest pussy on the planet. we're talking weeping and rocking in a corner). I'm willing to jump into just about any situation, head first, full force, ready for any reaction or outcome. I will go balls out on this challenge. The execution will be without reservation.
But then I have to put it on the Internet. Where people like my Grandfather hang out. Typing that last sentence just made my balls shrink. And not in that cold swimming pool kind-of-way, but more like I fell into the Arctic ocean, and oh, would you lookit there, my huge sac has frozen right off my body.
At the end of the day though? I'm truly excited to have this excuse to unleash an artistic side of me that I don't think I would have let out any time soon otherwise. And in the mean time, I hope the house full of people I'll be staying with in Dallas this weekend don't judge me too harshly while I work on my submission. It's a good thing Roberta's freezer is full of nothing but margarita mix.