Full disclosure: this is now sitting by my front door, and I occasionally challenge guests to figure out what’s going on in the artist’s mind. I thought it was some sort of “science vs religion” thing, but now, I’m not so sure. There’s a certain relentless schizophrenia at work that elevates it into the realm of high weirdness. You be the judge.
The top exhibits distinctive daisyfication. That’s usually a bad sign. “Let’s begin with a bit of late victoriana before moving on to the spirograph.” (do they still sell Spirographs?)
So: art therapy, side one: the patient must confront his obsessive-compulsive disorder by leavingÂ some of the spaces blank. Or maybe there’s a subtle pattern to the dotted vs. non-dotted spaces that’s beyond me. Maybe if I worked out a spreadsheet showing the combinatoric patterns between each of the dots…no, no, don’t engage the dots, that’s what they want you to do.
Okay. Whew. the dots are gone. Now we’re the logo for a children’s earth science and astronomy magazine. I can handle that.
“Jane! What have I told you about touching the microscope?”
“I had to adjust–”
“NO!!! Hands in pockets! Science is for observing, NOT touching!!”
“I’m so sorry. I won’t let it happen again.”
“See that you don’t. Now, what happens when you look at the close-up magnification of eleven grains of pepper?”
“Good. Mark that down in your copy book.”
Now, please turn to page 32 and throw away experiential reality as you’ve known it.
In the same way that in the fourth dimension a cube becomes a hypercube, or “cube of cubes,” a gazelle raised to the power of gazelle becomes a hypergazelle, which pay beÂ perceivedÂ as an infinite, but recessed, series of gazelles.
And I find it sad that my spellchecker doesn’t recognize “hypergazelle” as a word. Lame.
You might be wondering why it is that a species as self-evidently perfectly evolved as the hypergazelle hasn’t totally overrun the hypersaranghetti. We have one word for you: Hyperlions.
Please do not attempt to meet its gaze, you WILL go insane.
Block of strange from the Goodwill near Parmer and I35, Austin