Miss Jane Tobias (smarts_n_crafts) wrote in mythicizeic, @ 2019-09-24 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | loki |
Who: Loki Elpis & Michael
What: A *little art appreciation: the “Heaven’s A Lie” art show.
Where: The Last Street gallery.
When: Wednesday (morning)
Warnings: TBD
Status: In progress
*Emphasis on little.
The theme of the art show was “Heaven’s A Lie” which, given the current spiritual climate, was either daring, observational, or dang well suicidal. It was hard to tell the difference with artists.
(Suicidal, thought Loki. Definitely suicidal.)
Daring, Elpis thought. She was sitting on a plastic bench in front of one of the show’s highlights: a floor-to-ceiling painting of a casket of nails and thorns and, after a little squinting and head-tilting, orange rinds. Elpis held up one hand against the canvas; the smallest thorn was the length of pinky. The biggest nail was a spike was half her height. Some of the orange rinds were blood stained.
There was something intriguingly hyper-assertive about the thing, a sense of radiation. It was -
(A paint-by-numbers temper tantrum, Loki thought. Agh. Built an Arc and get over it, mate.)
- insistent, Elpis thought. It wasn’t the only piece shouting for attention. There was a pair of bronzes in the shape of smashed hearts, their exposed insides full of tiny, exquisite flies. A skull with feathers and fortune cookies papers between its teeth. A series of half-empty matchbooks picturing Dante’s Inferno. Arrangements of martyred taxidermy specimens. Portraits of several saints being distinctly, er, unsaintly. (Elpis quit counting after the third pseudo-blowjob.)
Elpis’ own contribution to the show had neither nails or fellatio. Instead, it had butterflies. Many, many butterflies.
...or at least that was the plan. The show was officially due to open tonight and Elpis was still two buckets of bugs short of her goal. There was a messy stack of paper squares beside her and she was slowly, but surely, making her way through it. Every pair of wings she folded fluttered down into the old, large paint can at her feet. Currently, the can was barely half full.