Even common household goods have needs. Take cardboard tubes, for example. Their powerful sexual urges have only recently been explored by biologists. Bored, bored biologists, who really needed this grant, you have no idea how hard it is to get funding forÂ aquatic biology these days. In fact, we couldn’t even afford the field trip to Galveston to observe some real fish. We couldn’t even make it to that little creek by the park, the one with the minnows. Nope, we’re down to cardboard tubes.
But they’re excited tubes.
Sometimes an artist just has to release their inner Warhol. That’s when it’s time to go full multimedia. Whip out the cans.
A can of soda hiding behind desperately behind a mesh, scant protection against the oncoming tubes. Oh how they circle in their frustration, thirsty for whatever dregs of Diet Coke they can shake out of its aluminum casket–if they could only reach it!
Actually, looking at the work in its full glory, I’m thinking mice. Tube-mice dancing through a world of fire, trying to find the coke can that, embedded in the fiery medium of their world, can thus transcend the world, leading them to a perhaps somewhat cooler afterlife.
All this for just $8.99!
Sometimes, when you look at a picture, and ask yourself “what was the artist thinking?” the answer you keep coming back to is “…what the hell am I going to do with all these tubes, and an 11:00 deadline?”