I call this art piece:
Whale on Heart: A Moving Installation.
Two pillows gently placed in a box by an artist. At $3,500, it’s a bargain!
It’s an interactive piece, of course.
The suckers who buy it, erm I mean the SAVVY AND DISCERNING COLLECTORS who are lucky enough to aquire this brilliant piece for their fine art collection, are encouraged to take each piece out of the box, hold them, use them for back support, even take them to bed with them. (That Beluga whale is cuddly, yo.)
This fine work is laden with symbolism.
- The pony print on the heart pillow for instance, might represent the pony you never got to have as a child.
- The artist’s cat threw up on the pillow several times over the years, symbolizing release.
- The whale signifies those big dreams you are swimming toward in life.
- Or that detour into the children’s section at IKEA you never took, and now you don’t have to, because the artist did it for you.
I tell ya, the emotional journey this art provides is worth so much more than $3,500.
And the box is fully compostable.
Forget about – how many months into this pandemic we are – are we still in March? Why, you ask, should I support this artist – besides the fact that artists who have been entertaining your unimaginating, bored brains all throughout this horrible thing called, 2020 are really struggling to survive – and I erm, the artist that is, desperately need money to move.
Guess who has had almost no income in months (except for thank Gods, my disability check) but is being asked to GTFO right meow? Yes. It’s time for you to go in the middle of a pandemic, poor, disabled person with limited resources and limited physical ability to pack your stuff.
Why? Because your roommate is a proudly passive-aggressive mess of a human, who is a shite communicator unless he needs someone else to respond, doesn’t care about you – only cares about what’s in it for him along with what weird “familial” obligations he has chosen to be oppressed by, and thus, has decided to move for the umpty-fuqteenth time. (Maybe this time for real even – or maybe he just wants you out!)
Hooray!
To be fair, he did give me a decent amount of time – if I had income and good health and we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic, it would have been astonishingly considerate. I’m on track to get out in time – if not sooner – if he leaves me the fuq alone and quits hounding me for money I don’t have and don’t owe.
*long exhale* Yeah. I’m a tad irked at this point. Felt good to let that out!
I need somehow, magically, and with a lot of help from friends and strangers, to raise a lot of money, but I know I’ll be ok.
I feel good about this.
But yeah. I’m a wee bit stressed and I wish my body was working better. This is indeed a slow and steady thing.
I’m eternally grateful for the support of friends. I am so very blessed.
I shared my “art piece” with my friend Rob, who advised me, ” If you list it, probably also add #whaletail just to make sure it gets high visibility from other uh, less discerning demographics”
I am shocked that he would encourage me to allow my fine art and long-time friend, Belooga the Beluga to be defiled in such a manner. Some things are worth more than money.
On the other hand, for $15K I might allow some untoward groping. How much dignity does a whale stuffy really have or need?
Disclaimer: This “art piece” isn’t really for sale, but more exasperatedly entertaining posts may follow soon. If you want to help me with moving expenses you may donate via PayPal at This Link and your assistance will be graciously appreciated!
Wish me luck. I have a few weeks of slow but steady packing ahead. It’s amazing how much more space your belongings take up once they are placed in boxes.
FragMEANTz: Meaningful fragments of my life and imagination 