Last night I went to an art "happening" at a friend's gallery . There were a few components to the show, all centered around cake.
The first was a group of topless models, walking around with trays of cake to the tune of "Hey Mickey." If you walked up to a model and asked for a piece of cake, she would refuse to give it to you. If you walked up to the model and said, "Hey Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind," the cake was yours to enjoy.
No, this is not a joke.
The second part of the exhibit was a room, where a man sat in a chair with a book, and woman dressed in a scantily-clad maid's outfit, stood as well, staring at a painting. In the room with them was a chaise lounge -- but this wasn't any old couch. The chaise was actually made completely out of cake, and later on in in the night, patrons of the gallery could go into the room and eat the couch. Why there was a man and a maid in the room, I can not tell you.
The third piece of the night was a movie projected on a large wall right when you walk into the gallery. It was meant to be demonstrating some experiment where people were being fed cake that had a gold foil on it. The gold would get all over their lips, and then all the people who ate the cake would get their photo taken.
The entire night was completely ridiculous. It was funny, and I guess entertaining. Maybe that's the point of art -- to stimulate some type of feeling. But this...I wouldn't consider it "art" as much as I consider my brother's dog a work of art. (Ok, bad analogy, Rozie is CUT from MARBLE.)
But you know what I mean -- at the end of the night, how can these artists take themselves and their craft so seriously? And can someone please tell me what it all means?
