There's this art blog called This is Colossal that showcases young and contemporary artists and mostly, generally and specifically, I adore it. As with any venue, some of the stuff leaves me cold, some of the stuff leaves me wishing I had room in my house for a 10x14 foot wall installation, and sometimes I see something that makes me sit up and go "Oh."
And every single time, I crave what I have seen with every sinew and fiber of my being, and I damn my middle-class bank account.
This morning I found Livio Scarpella, a marble sculptor who is just the most. The skill, the craft, the artistry, the sheer nous and po-mo irony of his subject matter - I adore it and I want it. I want it right in my living room. And there's only one little problem with that. When i imagine actually possessing one of these remarkable works, I come out in cold gooseflesh all down the back of my neck. It's simply that I couldn't bear the thought of tiptoeing to the kitchen in the middle of the night knowing that it was waiting for me in the dark.
I showed the sculptures to Mr Tabubil, and I had to hold him by the shirt to keep him in front of the computer screen.
"AUGGGGHHHHH." He said. "I do not want. I do not want to see, actually, and what's wrong with you AUUGGGHHH. Are you completely out of your mind?"
I must be, because they're just... divine, no? What sort of crazy, fertile, splendid, febrile brain came up with this stuff?