Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Bowery art installation, #3

Where is that emery board?

14 comments:

Lily Hydrangea said...

I like how the artist wrote, Enjoy! by his signature, as if most people like looking at a woman sitting on the toilet.
Speaks volumes.

Ken said...

What is she holding between her legs? Her purse?

Eleonora said...

That's the last frontier of intimacy.

lewi14 said...

What a personal picture.... but nice!

Renee said...

This hits too close to home. LOL

Jarart said...

Strange but beautiful.

Daryl said...

Surely there's a nail salon within spitting distance .. these are so very interesting, thanks for sharing

altadenahiker said...

She seems to be riding that toilet side saddle.

Julie said...

I love this image!

James said...

The emery board took a spil into the water.

"aerial boobs like lemons aloft" Snap, snap, snap...... too high to pick yet they left a sour taste in my mouth.....Snap,snap....etc.
I can imagine some saying that in a smoke filled cafe in San Francisco or New York 50+ years ago. I want to hear the rest of the beat poem. :)

BANJO52 said...

Normally I write off stuff like this as sensationalism, but this has something going for it--in fact, a lot going for it. But I'm not sure what. Can anybody help?

BANJO52 said...

P.S. The black dots are part of the art, right?

This is gonna drive me nuts.

Bill said...

Great piece of graffiti, it beats the usual rubbish you read on these walls. Very clever.

BANJO52 said...

Ken, I'm reluctant to go on and on about a semi-nekkid girl in a provocative?? setting, but I think the combo here of the drawing and your photo are really special--and it has nothing to do with porn. Has NO one else wanted to pursue the discussion of this further?

I sure hope you've kept your photo and are wondering what to do next with it. I'm seeing something like a complete character sketch here--or at least the invitation to one, either as fiction or essay. I don't know art well enough to be this pushy, but I think this really has something.

I'll stop . . . for now.