With the vernal equinox upon us, the winter of our discontent can now be made summer by this son of baroque.
While I prepare the rhetorical onslaught, pause for a moment to consider what may come of a culture that can successfully promote a remix of Botticelli’s Birth of Venus made entirely of toast:
Botticelli, Birth of Venus in Toast, Ripley Museum, San Antonio
Truly, we Unitedstatesians know which side the bread is buttered on.
This culinario-decorative achievement, on display in the kitschen cabinet of one Robert Ripley (deceased) of San Antonio, comes to my attention by way of Dubious Quality, the aptly named blog of mi amigo, Bill Harris.
Bereave it or not.
Are you familiar with the Museum of Bad Art? This Madonna makes me giggle. And the next one too.
Glad I popped by, this is just aces. The scary thing is how good of a job they did. By the way I was watching a NOVA special on “The Four-Winged Dinosaur” and they profiled an artist that specializes in painstakingly sculpting bones to scale from the scant flattened specimens available. In watching him and knowing your technical prowess and persnickety nature all couched in an artistic mind I immediately thought if I were you this would be a dream job.
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Happy Easter David!
Thanks! Happy Easter back!
It’s interesting that you thought of me in connection with that job, even though you didn’t know, as you now do, that paleontology was my first love!