Thursday, April 10, 2014

In Orthodox Church, paintings weep at you

Alternative title: Lonely Teardrops

Two cats moved to tears by ash-based sculpture 
"Why are you loonies trying to instil artworks with the ability to make people weep?" This is a question we are often asked at Riddled Research Laboratory, for values of 'often' which include 'never'.
The short answer is that a reliable source of tears would provide useful insurance against triffids and alien invasions, both known for their vulnerability to salt water. Not to mention the food value for lacrymophagic moths.

Tear-based defeat of invading midget ninja

Central to our research is James Elkin's book on the topic of people who cry at paintings. Unfortunately no one single painting seems to be particularly lacrymergic, and the book is a series of N=1 anecdotes involving Rothko, Caravaggio, Bellini, Caspar David Friedrich and Greuze, noodling around for 270 pages without ever really coming to a point, or even making a joke about "Giving water to the Met, Stilgar".

Unaccountably, and also, it omits the best-known report:
The most plausible explanation for this omission is that the black-clad emissaries of Tristero paid Elkins a visit and reminded him with signifying gestures about the life-preserving virtues of silence.*

Anyway, not easily daunted or deterred, we are looking into more reliable means of stimulating art-related glandular secretions through the acetylcholinergic pathways of the sympathetic system. Possibly involving pheromones or subliminal photic driving.
Research with infrasonic vibrations from concealed speakers behind the canvasses has not been entirely rewarding, and Greenish Hue is now permanently banned from the Art Museum after one or two episodes of involuntary deliquescence. This is a small price to pay for scientific progress, and offers Elkins a theme for his next book. Also it has deepened our appreciation of the wisdom of Snappy Sammy Smoot's advice.
* A similarly conspicuous absence appears in another of Elkins' essays -- an in-depth inquiry into the artistic conventions of postage stamps.
Despite illustrating at length his instructions for looking at stamps, he somehow manages not to mention the unique subject-matter of Lot 49. Just coincidence?

Wait, someone at the door, BRB.


Pupienus Maximus said...

Wall mounting our TV has provided great relief from that worry.

Sirius Lunacy said...

Art gauranteed to make you cry.

Trevor said...


Word to the wise, squire, 'nuff said.

H. Rumbold, Master Barber said...

The cats are crying because the Pope drowned. The white smoke indicates the election of a successor.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

I, for one, fully support the use of onion skins to render a lovely golden hue.