Good art is a pleasure to behold.
Great art has the power to convey a universal truth...
to change opinions....
to stimulate movements...
to elicit an emotional response from the viewer.
On first viewing this piece
certainly elicited an emotional response from me.
The universal truth was obvious...
slugs suck! (think about that one).
Then I looked more closely
and my opinion changed.
The spectacular use of negative space, in this piece, give the viewer a hint of what could have been. The openings in the sculpture are juxtaposed ironically, with the dimpled red, sweetness of the strawberry, underlining the feeling of unexpressed potential. These same openings flood the interior with light, eliciting a tangible sense of grief and loss. The carefully fabricated edges of the large opening (above) seem to curl back and are reminiscent of the anguish depicted in Munch's, Scream. Or they could be the artists' impression of a large gaping mouth...laughing grotesquely and mocking the strawberry lover's own drooling, but empty, mouth. Note the careful placement of the slime to hint at salivation.
From another angle, the careful placement of feacal matter, within the sculpture, may be the artists' way of saying, "We shit on you!, or "You will never get to digest this one, baby!"
The form of the feacal deposit is repeated in the curve of the holes and by the attitude of one of the artists - bringing a sense of alliteration, and rhythm and rhyme, poetically underlining the artwork's powerful message.
One has to admire the ingenuity, the creativity, the endeavour, and the downright cheekiness of the artists who created this master piece - using only their own bodies and materials at hand.
And it must be really GREAT art
because it stimulated a movement...
one performed with my boot.