It's Art Made Out Of Meat. No, Really.

I'm not totally sure what exactly constitutes "art" but, apparently if it's in a gallery in New York, then it qualifies. And the Daneyal Mahmood Gallery in Manhattan has put together a collection called "Meat After Meat Joy" which is, you guessed it, a bunch of photos of meat and meat sculptures. According to their press release:

"Meat After Meat Joy" brings together the work of contemporary artists who use meat in their work (raw meat, the concept of meat, its symbolism and viscera) in order to investigate the paradoxical relationship meat has to the body. By putting these artists together, the exhibition seeks to investigate the uncanny effect meat as a medium is for artist and viewer. This is not a show about meat as spectacle but about meat as signification, precisely because meat does not signify (a body) but its very annihilation. Muscle and fat are anatomy, as well as the fit body, the football body, the anorectic body, the fat body. Meat is the body without skin. It has no identity. Meat cannot have a mood, cannot feel, nor have an intention. And yet, an exhibition on meat seems like an obvious continuation of discussions of contemporary art and the body.

I didn't know so many pretentious words existed about meat. But apparently now that they do, I think it might be time to go to another one of my favorite art galleries called "Wendy's" that's been running a very popular meat art show for 50 years. Their new Frosty exhibition is a poignant statement which elucidates the aesthetics of how much I love to suck down Frosties as well as the harmonious textures that exist between a cheeseburger and large fries. Man, all this art is making me starving.

via eatmedaily