The aforementioned art project
Nov. 30th, 2005 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscaleHere's the thing. I wouldn't go around asking to see everybody's bits without a good reason. I'm not sure that this is a good reason, but the request was only hypothetical anyway.
The day after Thanksgiving, we went out for some exploration in Iowa City, which is much more interesting than somewhere in Iowa has any right to be, and we found a gallery. In the window was a larger-than-life ball gown made of twisted silver wire and mesh. It was intriguing, and so we wandered in.
For our house, a trip to a gallery is often an exercise in "I can make that" and/or "Wow, I'm not charging enough for the things that I make that are like that", and this was no exception. We wandered around and rated the pieces on inspiration, difficulty to copy, and likelihood of self-injury in the process. And then, we discovered that the gallery had a basement.
In the basement was all of the stuff they couldn't display upstairs, either for lack of space, or lack of completion, or other reasons. At the foot of the stairs sat a glass display case. On top of the case were some porcelain beetles, which were compelling enough that we wanted to spend some time looking at them. And then, I looked through the case top and spoke the fateful words... "Is that a ceramic chicken with a penis head?"
And lo, it was. Some clever and enterprising fellow in Iowa City sculpts birds. A great number of birds. But where the bird's head should be is, in every case, a penis head. He had a chicken. He had a peacock. He had a woodpecker. He had a kiwi, which was especially disturbing due to length of head, and also due to the lack of an obvious penis pun.
Later, I was discussing it with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
infintysquared. He said "What do you think the artistic statement is there?" And I said, "I think it's huh-huh, huh-huh, I made a cock. But it was like, a cock. huh-huh."
And it came to me in that moment that what might be very entertaining to do would be to make a chess set in which all the pieces were penises, or bits thereof. So I started talking about this tokittenpants and triadruid. We talked about what the various pieces would look like, and whether you could make more-or-less traditionally shaped pieces that were also penises, and whether if you had the queen as a penis with a rubber on (the reservoir tip taking the place of the traditional ball crown on the queen) people might think it was some sort of commentary on HIV. And eventually, the conversation turned to "But how would you make the pieces?" triadruid asked if I would cast from life. And I thought, "Um. I don't think I could talk enough people into letting me handle their cocks to make that work." He thought perhaps I could, if I told them it was for artistic purposes.
And I think that's where we came in.
The day after Thanksgiving, we went out for some exploration in Iowa City, which is much more interesting than somewhere in Iowa has any right to be, and we found a gallery. In the window was a larger-than-life ball gown made of twisted silver wire and mesh. It was intriguing, and so we wandered in.
For our house, a trip to a gallery is often an exercise in "I can make that" and/or "Wow, I'm not charging enough for the things that I make that are like that", and this was no exception. We wandered around and rated the pieces on inspiration, difficulty to copy, and likelihood of self-injury in the process. And then, we discovered that the gallery had a basement.
In the basement was all of the stuff they couldn't display upstairs, either for lack of space, or lack of completion, or other reasons. At the foot of the stairs sat a glass display case. On top of the case were some porcelain beetles, which were compelling enough that we wanted to spend some time looking at them. And then, I looked through the case top and spoke the fateful words... "Is that a ceramic chicken with a penis head?"
And lo, it was. Some clever and enterprising fellow in Iowa City sculpts birds. A great number of birds. But where the bird's head should be is, in every case, a penis head. He had a chicken. He had a peacock. He had a woodpecker. He had a kiwi, which was especially disturbing due to length of head, and also due to the lack of an obvious penis pun.
Later, I was discussing it with
infintysquared. He said "What do you think the artistic statement is there?" And I said, "I think it's huh-huh, huh-huh, I made a cock. But it was like, a cock. huh-huh."And it came to me in that moment that what might be very entertaining to do would be to make a chess set in which all the pieces were penises, or bits thereof. So I started talking about this to
kittenpants and triadruid. We talked about what the various pieces would look like, and whether you could make more-or-less traditionally shaped pieces that were also penises, and whether if you had the queen as a penis with a rubber on (the reservoir tip taking the place of the traditional ball crown on the queen) people might think it was some sort of commentary on HIV. And eventually, the conversation turned to "But how would you make the pieces?" triadruid asked if I would cast from life. And I thought, "Um. I don't think I could talk enough people into letting me handle their cocks to make that work." He thought perhaps I could, if I told them it was for artistic purposes. And I think that's where we came in.
