After a recent trip to MOCA, Crappy Boy and I were talking about art and the odd things that people will buy in the name of art. I mentioned the classic example of Duchamp’s Fountain (a urinal) and how although the original doesn’t even exist, replicas have sold for over a million dollars.
Mine? Um, I don’t think so. At least, I kinda hope not.
I’m sure there are at least a handful of people who would buy presidential pee.
Wait, he’d buy it? Why?
Well, that makes sense. Put it where it belongs I guess.
A hundred dollars? Why?
Okay, that’s weird. He has stepped over the line into creepy fan territory. But at least George Lucas knows he has a customer in case he ever needs quick cash.
Finally, he concluded with:
Well, at least he’ll have an income source.
I couldn’t find an example of an artist selling his/her own pee or anyone else’s. Therefore, I think we should pursue this concept. Maybe in sealed mason jars? The variety of golden hues would be lovely if we set them up on a rustic windowsill. People will totally go for this because mason jars are cool. Anything looks beautiful in a row of mason jars. Coming to the Crappy Shop soon! (okay, never)
I love it when art has a sense of humor. Or maybe it doesn’t and it is just me laughing at it, not with it. Works either way.