This Christmas tree ornament is made of bison feces.
Is that a sentence that has ever been written? Read it again, just for the fun of it. It is not only an existent sentence, but one with true referents in the world. Is that a sign of the rise or the fall of humanity? Is our species in its waning years? Is this a triumph of human creativity or the death throes of a gnarled and dying limb on Darwin’s tree of evolution–momentarily about to break off in the slightest gust.
Is the bison poopornament, poornament, a gag gift? Yes, but if you read the “artist’s” website it is SO much more.
“For those that buy one of my pieces of art, I wish you a lifetime of enjoyment. And if it forever brings a smile to your soul, I will have considered it a JOB WELL DUNG!” —Victor Bruha
Middle school science teacher puns? Poop made into “art” that could possibly fulfill the category “a lifetime of enjoyment?”
I can have a lifetime of enjoyment for the low low price of $13.99!?
NOTHING CREATES A LIFETIME OF ENJOYMENT! Haven’t you read the Four Noble Truths! But if something did, obviously, the Buddha would have said fecal based ornaments.
Wrapping your head around this slough of quasi art, quasi gag gift, quasi sustainable Native American eco-spiritualism, and complete Frankenstein horror, is like reading an Edger Allen Poe story. Something terrible is coming. You’re about to boarded up in a wall, or the body of a dead man is going to be under the floorboards that you stand on, sipping your Amontillado. Continue reading