Starving Artist No More
Why da Vinci is rolling in his grave and thinking about peperoni pizza.
By Maria Popova
Oh, the wonders of Russian art. The great novelists. The great playwrights. The great poets. And, now, the great sausage artists.
That’s right, Russian art is branching out into the edible category with packaged meat art. See some of the great masterpieces reenvisioned with an eye for, well, the stomach.
So much for the starving artist stereotype.
And while nothing about packaged farm animal carcasses screams high culture to us, it does appear to be a thing of the bourgeois — let’s not forget that when the Titanic sank, there were 3,000 tons of ham onboard. (We’ve always wanted to throw something in from our new favorite timesuck, Unnecessary Knowledge.)
Published October 28, 2008