Published Monday, March 10, 2008 by j.
my friend jase in new york sent me this picture.
it's said that the art of sculpture is in uncovering the masterpiece that already exists within the marble.
if that's so, then the art of tchotchke is in taking something that has the potential to be cool and burying it in disturbingly misguided details.
this is a truly sublime atrocity. i don't think it's quite the right scale either, though i'm sure the 'artist' was really dead-set on depicting mike right at penis-level for this portrait. i wonder, does this little statuette fly off the shelves of hatch's gift store across the country? if someone had this sitting on their fireplace mantle, would you run?
you could say that this little piece is a tribute to michaelangelo's achievement. but, uh, isn't that what the statue -itself- is?
i think the only person who would buy this is, mickey, valerie cherish's makeup artist
on 'the comeback.'