Hello all…Jonathan checking in again.
I see that Teresa has been keeping everyone up to date on all the progress since the 15th. Now that I’m a bit more rested and my hands are less swollen from working, I can get back to blabbering on about random crap that I notice during the day. Yesterday was, of course, the official opening of ArtPrize. So far we’ve received a spectrum of different reactions about La Grande Bébé from the public. My favorite reaction came from a middle age couple who were standing just within earshot of our stage. They were having a lively debate about what the doll was going to look like after we ‘unwrapped’ it. I plan on visiting various artworks around town and perhaps interviewing some of the other artists involved with ArtPrize over the next two weeks. Right now I am adjusting myself to Teresa (my left arm – and most of my brain) being gone. By the time I upload this, Håkan will also be on his way back to Sweden. Thanks for all the birthday greetings and well-wishing…I appreciate it.
…and now, what’s really been on my mind has been food photography in American culture. Since my arrival here, we’ve been to quite a few restaurants and I couldn’t help but notice how absolutely vulgar many of the food photos are. As soon as you open the menu your eyes are assaulted by photos of greasy, cheesy, meaty-crammed food that is oozing and gaping and seems to even have its own consciousness. The photos are way too close-up and graphic…almost to the point where I would call it ‘food pornography’. Every time I see a commercial advertising the ‘meat lover’s deep dish pizza’ I feel like puking. If the name itself weren’t bad enough, the images are really aggressive and aimed directly at the weakest, most pathetic part of our psyches. I wonder how things got this way? Commercial art is a powerful medium. I can’t understand why anyone would want to use it to make an already obese nation literally lust after food in this way. It seems self defeatist and cruel to me.
When you go out to a normal priced restaurant and order a meal, the portions are GIGANTIC every time. Everyone, with the exception of Håkan (because he’s part wolf), brings the rest of their food home in a box. After a week of this, the refrigerator at the Walsh house is now crammed full of left-over boxes. Today I decided to eat this food until it’s all gone. I estimate it should feed me for at least one week. I’m not finished with this food related diatribe so beware…nasty food pics are on their way.
Yesterday was the second day out on the town with the army of babies. It’s been so much fun involving innocent bystanders with this crazy project. Our project photographer, Emily Jones and I have been friends since about 1985. Since then I have become a huge fan of her work and I’m even more impressed now that we’re actually working together.