Would You Prefer Breast...Or Thigh?
A friend of mine sent me a link today regarding a news story out of Thailand. An art student has been baking realistic human remains out of dough. What appears to be putrefying body parts are actually sculpture. 28-year old art student, Kittwat Unarrom, wants his work to force people into pondering whether they are consuming food, or if the food is consuming them. Along with edible human heads, Unarrom also creates human arms, feet, and chicken and pig parts, using anatomy books to guide his craft.
This work is actually part of Kittwat's final dissertation at school, which he hopes will secure him a degree. "When people see the bread, they don't want to eat it. But when they taste it, it's bread." That's a knotted Challah of a philsophy. I wonder if his dissertation involves an oral defense? And his degree...
Kittwat Unarrom, B.A. (Baker of Anatomy). With honors...Summa Cum Lateral Condyle.
posted by Washington Cube at 4:01 PM
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This work is actually part of Kittwat's final dissertation at school, which he hopes will secure him a degree.
What degree does this entail? Do we have to call the artist "Dr. Unarrom"? Can I sculpt my jello into something resembling the brain and get any more than queer looks at the church bake-sale?
I find this disturbing, albiet creative. Not disturbing that the food is shaped to be body parts one wouldn't think to eat, or that we should "think about whether the food is consuming us", but by the focus of news media on sensationalist social-convulsions akin to breaking wind to trumpet a top-40 ditty by Celine Dion at the dinner table.
Of course... if challenged on this bitter and irrational viewpoint, I'll just politely claim to be trying to avoid carbs... and Celine Dion.
With the porn bakers we have in this country, Drew, I was thinking he could have a ready market if he's willing to shift his anatomy studies and adapt.
I was just finishing a book called "A Massive Swelling: Celebrity Re-Examined As A Grotesque Crippling Disease...And Other Cultural Revelations," by Cintra Wilson. You would love what she has to say about Celine. I'll quote:
"Celine Dion is one of the most freakishly mutated creatures the Streisand machine has ever coughed out onto society. The stretched-out hair, the terrible bones under the angora, the black-buttered eyelids. The insane plucking and starving and discipline-greedy self-abnegation that she represents. I think most people would rather be processed through the digestive tract of an anaconda than be Celine Dion for a day, once they realized what a brutally unpleasant wasteland her interior universe needed to be in order to host such a deadly amount of the Fame virus. Queen Crisp said of Joan Crawford that at a certain point in her later career, you could just see all of the raw terror and ambition starving through her big racoon eyes. She looked like "a hungry insect magnified a million times--a praying mantis that had forgotten how to pray." Celine is even creepier than Crawford, somehow. Joan Crawford at least looked kind of terrified and in pain by the contortions of fame she imposed on herself. Celine is apparently calcified into a form of orthodox masochism so devout that she obviously had to marry the frightening Svengali that was chain-whipping her into uber-celebretude all these years, and she smiles the placid, tranquil smile of a woman whose every soft inch has dome spiky metal clamp teething down on it."
Now you can put a foot of bread into your mouth instead of your own. I wonder...would the zombies from George Romero's world be fooled or furious?
*CHOMP*
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She gives me the creeps, Sean. HUGE shudder.
I thought about Romero's zombies when I saw that photograph, Wrethy. Isn't that funny?
Finger Linkin' Good would probably be an inappropriate comment.
When I saw a photo of this in the express paper toay, I felt it was a POOR CHOICE of photos to show, in light of the constant images we are seeing of bodies floating around NOLA right now. The express, though I love it, really needs (for other reasons, as well) a few new editors (they should hire me!).
wrethcat, I was think if Jeffrey Dahmer were still alive, he'd be their best customer.
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