February 17th, 2006

is it art?

thinking inside the box.

introducing the latest craze..
boxed garbage.
not only garbage folks, we're talking grade A, state of the art (complete with essence of yer-ine) new york city trash. yup.
i imagine the same people who bought pet rocks and mood rings will be lining up to spend their hard earned $50(!!!!) just to own one of these little gems.

baby smith
'heap no. 31,' (fat of the land series)
mixed media and found objects on altered book cover

i suppose some might lump me in the same category, considering i transform trash into art. hell, i even take it one step further and call my trash 'ephemera.' but, while they're merely cramming rubbish into a pretty box and calling it 'art,' i'm laboring over composition, form, color and content. sad part is, they'll probably sell quite a bit of these cubes stuffed with genuine NYC crack pipes, condoms and cigarette butts. but, for how long? i'm perfectly willing to take the slow and steady road, thank you. and, oh yes, let's not forget...i can sleep at night.
baby pony

cool daddy-o

yea for dad.

just got off the phone with him. he was just released from the hospital (!!!!!!) with a bundle of meds to regulate his heart and take care of the ulcers they found in his esophagus (which caused the bloody puke) a few weeks rest and they'll be on their way back east again. the angioplasty surgery will most likely take place in a few months to clear the two blockages they found.


i told dad it'll be nothing but carrots and grass from now on...daughter's orders.