On the train going through the city loop the other day I noticed what appeared to be gigantic gleaming golden flies crawling all over a tall building on the other side of the Yarra. They were still there, yesterday: a whole family of them.
Now, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of a company, exactly, would approve of this project. Were they fooled into it, perhaps? And if they agreed to an infestation of gigantic gleaming golden flies, would they next, perhaps, sign up to an opulent elephant turd carved out of pure ruby? This, or other disturbing possibilities, gave me further pause for thought.
But most of all I wondered just what the hell it was doing there in the first place. Because, you know, as much as I enjoy looking at surrealist paintings, I don't exactly want to live in them.
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10 comments:
Public art is always risky, but an insect theme is downright off-putting.
There is a giant golden poo in Tokyo.
Travel is always an exciting experience. So many things to experience and poo!
Then again, maybe they'll release some new numberplates about Victoria soon: THE PLACE TO PEE.
Here it is!
I wish the City of Whittlesea council would stop squandering our rates on - bah! - curbing and guttering and libraries and such and instead invest in some proper excremental public art for a change.
What a lovely picture of a turquoise car.
You could be right Baron. Instead of incremental infrastructural investments, the council could be making excremental ones instead.
Bees. They're bees! Bees make honey, so they're much nicer than flies. But then, honey can attract flies (more so than vinegar, I've heard) so perhaps the flies are on their way.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That explains the goldenness, somewhat.
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