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"Neo-Classical Pop: Poetic Nightmares" (2000) — artist statement; commentary
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| While the rest of the world went crazy they kissed in the daisies |
The camouflage was all wrong, it seemed the artist had just smoked a bong |
The Judging of Paris |
Because of all the junk, the Medusa Raft sunk |
Who could ask for more? It was a great day for a war |
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| Mary wasn't poppin', she was droppin' |
Pigs in a blanket with english sausages |
They started dropping like flies, out of the Heavenly skies |
They had nowhere left to go, they were buried head to toe in snow |
installation:They had nowhere left to go, they were buried head to toe in snow |
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| Everyone else went under |
Attracted by his decoy duck with him forever she was stuck |
Ceci n'est pas une peace pipe |
Why are there no cacti in the Met? |
Two hundred gumballs, two fine ladies, their dog, a purple faced Ludwig, a wack of nice lace, forty-eight oranges, ten little indians, and a nude descending a staircase |
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