(Ed: The Guardian??)
When it's so obvious, you won't win a snow cone for a prize today, young man.
A child runs in the snow at the Kelpies
Falkirk, Scotland
Photograph: Andrew Milligan/PA
At first it seemed this is "Planet of the Apes" and this is a Hollywood set but these are actually thirty-meter sculptures in Scotland and they're called The Kelpies. For an incredibly harsh and, we think, stilted review of the work, here's an article at The Guardian: The Kelpies: why Scotland's new public art is just a pile of horse poo.
After that blistering slam, we probably shouldn't go into any question of whether the sculptures represent art but we know we're really diggin' this pic. The incongruity of the little girl in her red coat reminds somewhat of "Schindler's List" and there's not a logical connection between the two but the imagery is similar and striking.
Insofar as, here at the Rockhouse, we define all good art as subversive, the more anyone gets pissed off by it, likely the better is the material. In that context, the artist should thank Jonathan Jones for the review because it obviously burned his ass to the texture of a barbecue pit.
(Ed: the horses aren't even Arabian!)
Relax, Kit Caboodle. The Scots invented golf (sort of) so how much truck do you think they will have with horse racing.
(Ed: I cannae believe my eyes to see you write that, laddie!)
Tell you what, Mac. Read a bit about the history of golf and tell me what your eyes believe then.
(Ed: you actually read about the history of golf?)
Sure. That humans did it makes it interesting even if what we did wasn't such a clever thing.
(Ed: you aren't fascinated by people hitting balls with sticks?)
It's at least as fascinating as reading reviews of art on The Guardian.
When it's so obvious, you won't win a snow cone for a prize today, young man.
A child runs in the snow at the Kelpies
Falkirk, Scotland
Photograph: Andrew Milligan/PA
At first it seemed this is "Planet of the Apes" and this is a Hollywood set but these are actually thirty-meter sculptures in Scotland and they're called The Kelpies. For an incredibly harsh and, we think, stilted review of the work, here's an article at The Guardian: The Kelpies: why Scotland's new public art is just a pile of horse poo.
After that blistering slam, we probably shouldn't go into any question of whether the sculptures represent art but we know we're really diggin' this pic. The incongruity of the little girl in her red coat reminds somewhat of "Schindler's List" and there's not a logical connection between the two but the imagery is similar and striking.
Insofar as, here at the Rockhouse, we define all good art as subversive, the more anyone gets pissed off by it, likely the better is the material. In that context, the artist should thank Jonathan Jones for the review because it obviously burned his ass to the texture of a barbecue pit.
(Ed: the horses aren't even Arabian!)
Relax, Kit Caboodle. The Scots invented golf (sort of) so how much truck do you think they will have with horse racing.
(Ed: I cannae believe my eyes to see you write that, laddie!)
Tell you what, Mac. Read a bit about the history of golf and tell me what your eyes believe then.
(Ed: you actually read about the history of golf?)
Sure. That humans did it makes it interesting even if what we did wasn't such a clever thing.
(Ed: you aren't fascinated by people hitting balls with sticks?)
It's at least as fascinating as reading reviews of art on The Guardian.
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