Art Cont.

Soybean Island City: Public Art: Sculpture: Art?

Yes, I continue my expose on the artworks that sit like frozen lumps of calcite upon the urban landscape of this un-urban island. The works are scattered about, mostly correlating with downtown areas in SIC and Cornana. I have seen no artworks in Ste. Abattoir des Chevres Pres de le Mer. Yes, there are artworks in the open at the University of Soybean Island, but not so much in Snailtown; I do recall seeing some open-air art in Academic Economic Zone #2, however. Of course the homesteads have no use for art, only farm implements.

Anyway, nonetheless, whathaveyou and whocares, this is stuff from downtown SIC (sic):

Here we have what amounts to a statue of a giant tick.

Ticks are fearsome and feared creatures on this island, except when they are a food source for the many starving children. Hence, this statue gives off, paradoxically, a feeling of revulsion and salivation. Abhorrence and hunger. And, tri-doxically, one of great fear. And, quad-doxically, respect.

A snail would have been a safer subject, so I give the artist credit to go for this rusting hulking image of a tick.


Now, here we have what looks to be a soccer ball:

But, is it?

No, it is not:

Because if you look closely into the soft tootsie-pop center of this work, you will see that it is a bomb!

I have no idea how the artist--if he/she is still alive or not in a torture chamber--got this past the censors of The Apparatus. But this is indeed a (soccer ball) bomb just beginning its explosion . . . At least I think so . . . And if I think so, well . . . Draw your own confusion (as if "you" even existed) . . .

But this is what the bomb would do if it really was a bomb and not a hollow piece of artwork depicting a bomb disguised as a soccer ball:

Maybe.


Onward:

The above is a rather snaily piece. Quite safe and popular in its snailyness.

Nice.

And here we have some ersatz blue accordion. A metallic squeezebox. Or, one could potentially see, a caterpillar of enormous size and durability. Or, one could if one wished to see, a stairway leading down to the depths of hell which would be Soybean Island. Yes. Yes. That is what I see . . .

This next work is difficult to discern:

It just is.

I think we can leave it at that.

More:

The above is entitled: Wishing You Well


The below is entitled: X Marks The Spot With A Line In It

And this one: Extra Concrete That We Didn't Know What Else To Do With

And here we have one of my favorites:

Yellow Pointless Box


And of course an old standard from the island:

Visit Soybean Island

Plastic Flag on Wire Stick with Accompanying Red Line


Wonderful.


And that's it. I think I will try and get to Cornana next for my continuous exploration of open-air artwork on the island. I do not think there is anything in Stalag Ranville--though one would think the many prisoners and the poor souls who tend to the prisoners would need--much need-to create works of art. But I do not think I dare take another trip to that forbidden town. No. No. Maybe.


Until next time if there is a next time:

Goodbye from Soybean Island