Thursday, September 13, 2012
Experimental jet set, trash, and no star sculptor, or, 99 lilaballons, or, everyone's stupid
Work No. 666: the lights going off and staying off.
Can't wait for MOCA to counter with a foam show.
What, you thought I was gonna waste valuable electrons posting about the carefully managed clusterfuck that is hypersensitive Muslims, rapacious Westerners, false flag bearers, & the poor shlub in the street? Perhaps a traipse through a room of purple balloons would sooth their troubled souls.
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:30 AM
Labels: cleveland, fake artists, get a brain morans, theatre of the absurd
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Those purple balloons go nicely with the Katatonia clip below.
Is Randal Graves the Angry Cracker Alter Ego of Prince Rogers Nelson? I hope so.
Good idea, R.G.
Run for Pretzeldent!
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duchess, if he's a fan of Brave Murder Day, I partially retract my righteous indignation.
Don't be silly, I've got no swank stage moves.
if, are you willing to donate $25, $50, or $100 to the I Hate Dumb Art Installations Super PAC? We really need your $200.
Graves, you swine!
99 Luftballoons. That is all.
Regards,
Tengrain
Maybe we could turn the museum into a rave. So much more profit to be made that way.
tengrain, new wave Jake says ewww, that is all.
demeur, only if we can bring together the Saudis, the Israelis, the Murkans, and various other yokels, turn the technopuke up to eleven, and lock the door.
Now that's performance art.
TWO MOAR POINT OF LIGHT, MISTER CHAIRMAN!!
1) How about some musik?
2) Which one of you jokers put up this comment?
krazyk47
I was going to say exactly the same thing.
I'm not a big fan of the new director. The art museum is supposed to be a staid, buttoned down institution where very little changes from generation to generation.. Thats what people expect.
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It's edgy, like Val, as in Val.
I hate balloons. I have a phobia actually....
((Hugs))
Laura
'only if we can bring together the Saudis, the Israelis, the Murkans, and various other yokels, turn the technopuke up to eleven, and lock the door.'
If you add filling the room with Jell-o I'll be on the next flight to Cleveland.
Speaking just for myself I think its cool. Of course, I have always been envious of the ball pits kids can play in.
laura, I don't like new wave, either.
susan, can we resurrect John Candy to knock them all on their collective keister?
BB, you just want to relive your childhood days at Chuck E. Cheese or its 70s equivalent.
ROBERT SMITH WILL SAVE YOU ALL!
You've hit on a brilliant idea. Instead of staid purple balloons, get a bunch of white ones, Sharpie a face on each, glue a crazy wig on top, line the walls and ceiling with funhouse mirrors, et voila, a room full of nothing but disembodied Robert Smith noggins.
Who the hell is Robert Smith?
Shows you how up on things I am.
Now get off my lawn!
Oh and I'm still waiting for Clevelandia to host the much touted traveling turd exhibition.
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