The World of Public Art: Uh….Uh…Sure.
Nobody Flashes
Tis the season to be jolly, and it seems that there are many jolly politicians, all over the world, who like to fund the very best artists that they can find, to spruce up a city. In case, you like me, won’t be getting to any of these places anytime soon…I decided to jolly up the New Year with…WHAT?
The good people of Philadelphia, are being cheered up by a giant rabbit planted in the middle of some…..square. One that reminds us all, that drinking and walking should not be done at the same time. As you can see, it’s drawing a big crowd in the middle of this jolly season. The most that you need to know about the artist, is that he’s from..the Netherlands, making some subliminal message to us all: do not move to the Netherlands. There is nothing to do there but drink yourself into a stupor.
Here we see another great work of art. Actually, it’s a blown up work of art whose is making a copy of the original work by God, but..let’s not be fussy. This is also, a fine example of what the Netherlands has done since Van Dyke no longer graced the halls of the royal palace. Was is the message? We are all fried. Make your eggs…sunny side up! Don’t step on the yolk. Go home and eat. Your guess is as good as mine.
This is in Germany, where the poor people are starving. They are so hungry that they are growing mushrooms on the side of their buildings, out of the reach of those nasty Greeks who just won’t plant their own.
In London, the artist has immortalized the drunks that hang out on the common streets on Friday night. The first, is the night before, and the next…how they feel when they wake up the next day and find out that they actually survived not only the soccer match, but the party afterwards. I’m sure the British people are just in love with this public display of true genius, that they no doubt paid for. My favorite pick so far.
Jumping across the planet, here we have a perfect example of the Japanese people. They are…robots. They don’t think. They just…are ordered, and they move. If a Japanese artist moved to the Netherlands, he’d probably commit Hari Kari, right on top of the eggs. This proved that trying to melt us all into a NEW WORLD ORDER of clones, might not work. I’m just saying.
In Chicago, the good people decided to express their wishes to put on hard hats, join the union, and…tell me…what’s that thing between his legs? Obviously GE put this in some Plaza to remind you that you only have THREE more days to enjoy your love with Thomas Edison. And that…big yellow bear…is YOU!
Rahm Emanuel, could not resist. He is telling Chicago that…he is watching YOU. And he’s getting tired of it. Look at those blood vessels. If you are near this wonderful example of how the government spends its money, be sure and go back, look that eye in the eye, and gesture! Tell Rahm how much you appreciate his support. I would.
Another Chicago favorite! One to take all the kiddies to see, even though Marilyn looks at least 30 pounds thinner than the original, it’s not bothering this guy from trying to express his joy. A few more inches….
Oh…let’s not stop. Back in Germany, they are expressing how they feel about the Greek Bailout. Or the fact that the Rhino is an endangered species…except here in the United States where the population of Rhino’s is multiplying very successfully. We should send them a few of ours.
But…the Germans are not going to let that misery go on. Here they celebrate the years of their women, filling the children and the nation with…funny looking statues.
Let’s not forget the artist of China, who puts his thumb up at the world, a joy for the people on the beach to ponder while they are surfing, and living life in luxury. Nobody suggests that the Chicago politicians and the Chinese politicians look at life much the same way. An eyeball here, a thumb there…but the Netherlands, and Germany?
They’ve come a long way baby. I don’t know about you…but if I had to choose, I’d pick the dead rabbit. He pretty much sums it all up.


Tasmania has placed itself on the ‘World’s Art’ map with its fantastic ‘MONA’. No, not Mona mam Cymru – the Mother of Wales – but the Museum of Old and New Art, with the emphasis on the new. It has been ‘purpose-built’ and stocked with the most wonderful and outrageous ‘art’ by a local millionaire. No taxpayer input and bureaucratic edict allowed.
He made his money ( and continues to) by gambling. Entry is free, although some sections are given over to ‘visiting’ artists who set up displays and may charge a small fee. At the Grand Opening’ a car was driven at speed into a wall, and its remains quietly sit and rust near the entrance.
Some days, the patrons and visitors have to walk around naked. No shy folk get away with a fig leaf. On other days, for a small fee of two thousand dollars, a seaplane will pick four people up in Hobart central ( our harbour reaches into the city centre) and fly them to Wineglass Bay (surely one of the Beauties of the World) on the Freycinet Penninsula for a spot of lunch and then back again to land on the river next to MONA where staff will meet and greet with wines and delicacies for a guided tour in some luxury.
All Private sector. Amid the profligacy of our femi-socialist clod giverment.
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