Really ugly art

I was going to label this post “Bad Art” but then thought better of it. The crafted pieces are incredibly detailed, superbly constructed,  But, hello? Whomever chose them as art on a ship either works for Park West (the scamming pseudo art sellers on most cruise lines) or owed someone a serious favor. There are four main series on the ship.

The first are heavy cast ?iron? sculptures. I stuck in a picture of what I am calling the “agony guy” the other day. This “lady” is outside the ocean cafe. She is taller than me and more than a meter wide

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And then there are the stairwell ladies in their glass boxes. Now the craftsmanship is extraordinary. The details amazing. But the concept? Oh NO. Let me share a couple of details first –

Ok,  that is three examples. Looking closely, you can see that the color comes completely from beads…thousands upon thousands of tiny beads. And those beads are insanely expensive.

then there are the ladies –

and this is only seven of the 11… and the worst thing? Their faces are really, really creepy.

See what I mean? Face too narrow, mouth and nose oversized….

I need to stitch some more…

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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