Once seen, never unseen. We all remember the first time we saw the fleshy pink cavern. We screamed, but all we heard was the sound of our own horror, a dull echo, reflected back from within the meaty walls. We tried not to look, but our eyes were forever drawn back, again, and again. Almost as if the gaping circumference held us in its own gravity well, drawing us forever closer,
Welcome back, old memories.
Seen at the Sackler gallery in London. As far as tributes go, this is one of the most tasteful I’ve ever seen.
But it begs the question: is the artist naive for not knowing the connotations, or am I a horrible person for assuming what it is.
I think I’m probably the horrible person.