| The Arts |
Rochester, NY
Will somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on here? As a longtime fan of the arts, I am ashamed to admit I am clueless and quite speechless. Strange paintings are one thing, but man, this event breaks the bar for inexplicability. Maybe I am missing something.
| The Artist: Seen Here In An Acrobatic Display Whose Significance And Meaning Is Completely Unknown To The Author |
One thing I am sure I am missing is a basic understanding of why people do such things. It looks quite painful, but clearly is not done for pain. It looks quite difficult, but I am sure plenty of people could do it. I am also sure that most people don't engage in a personal puppetry swingfest in their spare time. There must be a reason for that. The reason must be that most people are sane. There is also a reason that flesh colored speedos aren't in vogue, but this is a subject I have chosen to avoid in this report.
To attempt any sort of explanation of such a cultural oddity, one must divide the entire grim spectacle into its horrible parts. I have chosen tree key parts to focus on : the man (I guess), the music, and the method.
The Man:
Honestly, what is with this dude? His actions remind me of the way an errant piece of bathroom tissue likes to hitch a ride when you stand up from the "basin", and how on some occasions said tissue will drip foul water upon your unmentionables. That is to say he bothers me quite severely, but I feel ashamed to discuss it. I hate him for what he did, but who really wants to listen to what I have to say about it. He just might be too disturbing of a subject to approach with any real depth. With that in mind, I will move on.
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| Come On: Really Guy, What Is Going On Here? I don't get it. |
The Music:
Its amazing how much worse a situation can become when it is set to nauseating musical garbage. I would have been disappointed enough if the entire presentation I unfortunately had the occasion to witness had just been a bowl of inoffensive breakfast cereal set on a table with Please Release Me lightly playing in the background. Again, I am sure the choice of such a nightmarish tune has some significance, but I am afraid I was too stunned to truly ponder it, and, maybe I really don't want to know...
The Method:
That contraption must not only have taken a considerable amount of time to build, It must have cost a pretty penny as well. Why? Jesus, why? All this realization does is prove to me that this was planned. Had he attempted such an act on a common swing set, I might have believed the entire ordeal to be an accident, possibly even the the background music a frightening coincidence. Not so when a wooden device of self-ensnarement was clearly designed and assembled for such an unexplainable event. Again, Jesus!
The only positive statement that I can try to attach to this exhibition is to say that at least it ended. The fleshy ghastliness of spinning and floating man has been indelibly smashed into my conscious. I have been changed by it, and the change has been an unfavorable one. If that is what that dude wanted to do, he accomplished it. I wish he hadn't.