But is it art?

Courtesy of Ectoplasmosis!, we learn of a new 'art' project by William Lamson.

At least . . . I think it's art . . . or, at least, it's supposed to be art.

Without further ado, I give you: Mr. Lamson, artist, at work.





In the words of Ectoplasmosis!:

Is there a specific reason for the order in which each banana is lit? Is this a crucial element in delivering the larger artistic statement behind the work? Why the face? Why not, say, the knees, or perhaps the lower third of the left arm? And lastly — the most revealing inquiry of all — am I the only one that just spent the last twenty minutes pondering the deeper meaning of what may very well be the cornerstone of a soon-to-be ex-househusband’s insanity plea?

Yes. Well. Quite.

For myself, I shall simply contemplate the Zen of the thing.

"What is the sound of one banana exploding?"

One hopes, at least, that he finds it a fruitful occupation!



Peter