- For others, the phallus provided amusement on a bitterly cold day.
Muthafuckin' artistic genius up in this bitch. NOT IN FUCKING PUBLIC NOT WITHOUT HER PERMISSION“I usually paint giant vaginas, pussies and cunts,” she said, “and since I had just finished one on the side of a five-storey building, I felt like a dick was needed.
To paraphrase [the artist] Judith Bernstein, if a dick can go into a woman, it can go up on a wall.”
To be fair, I think that's a parody of the entire 'gender critical artist' subtype. This is the most current iteration of someone thinking that genitalia are high art, doing something silly and 'provocative' and then getting publicity out of the 'censure' of their art. The lesson of 'don't draw dicks on public things' is first taught as early as kindergarten, evidently these lessons must continue on to adulthood.I feel like this chick was parodied in The Big Lebowski.
That's my point exactly: it's a level of "art" that is beneath critique yet also plays out in archetypically tedious ways. My freshman year there was a controversy about an "artist" who, for her thesis project, blew up a Penthouse centerfold, unveiled it in front of her lecture class, whipped out a steak and impaled the steak to the centerfold with a kitchen knife. Then she walked off. Then she got an incomplete. Why? Because obviously the Patriarchy does not want to empower womyn to disrupt gender inequalities through guerrilla criticism. two fucking weeks in the school paper in 1994 FFS