A Life Less Interesting
Hahahahaha!The perfect response, Savannah. You'd make a brilliant art critic.xoxoxoxox
Hmmmm.... I hope they aren't thinking of replacing the real trees with these. It reminds me of something a person would build with Legos.
Stainless steel artichoke, without the butter to make it taste good or, in this case, to give it a good taste.
I'm going to go out on an alumin(i)um limb here and say that I like this better than the big black egg.
I agree that it's art. For me it represents exactly the way that we displace beautiful natural things with man-made nonsense.A heretical thing to say to an architect I know!
It truly doesn't, Kate. When I saw it I almost broke my rule and exclaimed 'What the fuck?"Ms.M. I've always wanted to build a full sized Lego house. Other people beat me to it, however, but I still play with the stuff (I have a huge box of it up in the attic and whenever anyone with a kid pops round I drag it out and play with it and ignore the kid).Speedway, I was out with friends for dinner last night and Miriam made a wonderful starter involving artichokes (among a host of other goodies). Not so sure about stainless steel one, however.Hee hee, Petrea. Strangely, if you stand on the spot where I took this photo and spin around a hundred and eighty degrees, you'll be looking right at the big black egg.
Sheebee, you're thinking too hard for a snowy Sunday morning; you should be sitting in a comfy chair sipping hot chocolate (or out walking the hills).Cousin Liz was going to get in touch with you about something; not sure what … websitey or crafty … I gave her your email.
Conceptual art is by definition a bit cerebral, but with this (along with some of my favourite pieces) the meaning (to me at least) was just obvious and didn't need any thought.I hadn't planned any walking because of the dismal forecast, but I wish I'd made the effort to get out there early this morning, the sun on the frost was wonderful.It'll be good to hear from Liz.
You had sun? I'm greener than that plastic tree with jealousy.
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