That’s…that’s a lot of artist’s mannequins. If you just happened to want to do figure studies of the entire Olympic badminton team, well, it’s doable, if a little pointless. But you’re set, at least for mannequins.
Unlike so many inexplicable pictures, today we have some insight into the artist’s meaning. It’s an exploration of the wide range of human, or possibly space alien, emotions. It’s Moods.
Everyone: “No! Keep that art away from me! My god, it’s coming at me! It’s…it’s terrible!”
Students: “Come toward the art. Let it enfold and absorb you. We are its heralds.”
So many moods. I’m seeing, from left, “taking my toys and leaving,” “don’t even look at me,” “…I feel…so small…,” “asleep, possibly dead” (that one may be “I’m about to catastrophically fail at crowd-surfing,” but I’m not sure that’s a mood so much as a regrettable state of affairs), “I’m just going to lose myself in the crowd,” and “I may be absolutely owning this pop-locking but let’s not pretend that I care.”
The downside of using artistic mannequins to represent the huge spectrum of human emotions–they’re kind of faceless and generic. So you’re left with posture, and, frankly, you’re not that good with posture (even with, like, 10 artist’s dummies to mess with) you’re really kind of SOL. But hey, reach for the dream.
There are some moods however that are not of this earth. This one. This is the “I, KRONTAAAR, Creator and Destroyer of Worlds, raise my crushing fist of DOOM over this planet! Tremble, Mortals!” mood. You don’t see that one very often. It’s one of those special stunt-moods, best attempted only by professionals. And Krontaaar.
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