At 2pm every day a fresh faecal masterpiece is conceived by Wim Delvoye's Cloaca Professional, a complex array of transparent urns fed and functioning as a digestive tract -- "a work of art that produces a work of art".Ah, yes. The line of artistic genius runs in a straight line through, say, the Birth of Venus, Mona Lisa, Rue Montorgueil, the Portrait of Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler, right on down to to jars of synthetic s**t. Ain’t civilization grand?
The smell is overpowering as it is fed its meal of a sandwich and salad from the museum cafe, an in-sink garbage disposal unit functioning as its mouth and the turbid swirl of acids, enzymes and browning sludge laid bare.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
I don’t know much about art…
…but I know what stinks. “Defecation and death at Australian art museum”.