The joint exhibition from the Riddled Arts Collectible attracted mixed reviews. Old Jem -- the notoriously acerbic arts critic of the Pahiatua Livestock Advertiser -- was full of praise for Another Kiwi's photographs of the silage heaps of South Canterbury,* pointing out the allusions to Rauschenberg's Monogram.
He was less complimentary about my Zola-inspired performance piece, 'Germinal', comparing it to "watching the lawn grow" in terms of excitement. In fact this is exactly what the piece consisted of, so the joke's on Old Jem. It is a matter of record that 'Germinal' was only narrowly rejected for the NZ pavilion in the 2013 Venice Biennale, and that on a mere technicality (how was I to know that lawns are not be found in Venice for love nor money?)
He was down at the Old Entomologist last night decrying the migration of the seed-mosaic medium out of the hands of the people and into the elite world of high art. Anyone would think from all his exclamations of 'Buggrit!' and 'Fucksocks!' that Ms Müller's only purpose had been to despoil his innocent childhood memories of vernacular handicrafts and collecting free Ammophos samples at the South Wairarapa A&P show.
tigris is looking forward to the high prices to be fetched when her collection of chia pets goes under the hammer at the next Christies auction.
Joanna Langford and in a formal sense by Eddie Clemens. SHUT UP FURTHER INQUIRY, we explained.
** H/t Boing Boing.