Now THAT is one hell of a weighty piece

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Ever  looked in the mirror and seen this wobbling  back at you?







Anyone  who has will know where I am coming from with my blogs about weight and self esteem.

Of course I don’t really look like this - but that's not through lack of effort on the part of Mother Nature, thankfully I am always one step ahead.

This bizarre 'sculpture' caught my eye during a visit to the Wellcome Centre, in London, today, I was intrigued as to what would inspire such a grotesque piece.

Now, I’m not a huge fan of modern art or weird and wonderful sculptures. 

I am less of a fan of the descriptions given to them, usually nothing other than a stream of self-congratulatory pretentious gobbledegook.

It usually has me banging my fists against my head, screaming “It’s just a turd mounted on a diamond encrusted frame, or I really don’t see how a collection of dismembered Barbie dolls ‘encapsulates the post- modern struggle of liberation from Communism’ (or something like that)”.

So what does British artist  John Isaacs have to say about his mound of fat on legs,  or to use its correct title - I can’t help the way I feel (2003).

Her says: “ In this work lies an interest in the possibility of the emotional landscape of the body becoming manifest in its surface”.

Ok....with you so far.


He goes on: “Visually, the way in which the flesh grows, erupts and engulfs the body can be seen as a metaphor of the way in which we become incapacitated by the emotional landscape in which we live and over which we have little control.

“The body also appears to be suffering from some sort of malignancy, as in cancer, but for me, the image of the figure, coupled with the title, leads one into an open contemplation of the plight of the individual.”

Uh??!?

Come on, it’s a big ball of fat on legs.

That said, it one of the more interesting sculptures I have seen in my time and did catch my eye, so I’ll let you off the deep and philosophical nonsense.

For me, this is just another reminder of why I will never say ‘yes’ to that donut – I am pinning it on my fridge.

Comments

  1. Karen Guttridge6 June 2012 at 20:30

    Usually, I haven't the foggiest clue what they're all banging on about when it comes to modern 'art'. I'm the same with this one... pretentious twaddle. On a lighter note - did you read about the cleaner in a gallery in Munich (I think?) who scrubbed half an exhibit claiming it 'needed a good clean' and cleared away the other half thinking it had been left out for the rubbish? Made my day :-)

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  2. Nathan Rao7 June 2012 at 07:30

    I hadn't heard about that, but it makes sense. The Tate Modern springs to mind!

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