Beware the Giant Dog Turd
 

URL:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/aug/12/3

Text:
Giant dog turd wreaks havoc at Swiss museum
Inflatable artwork blown from moorings and brings down power line
Jenny Percival and agencies guardian.co.uk, Tuesday August 12 2008 11:49 BST

A giant inflatable dog turd created by the American artist Paul McCarthy was blown from its moorings at a Swiss museum, bringing down a power line and breaking a window before landing in the grounds of a children's home.

The exhibit, entitled Complex Shit, is the size of a house. It has a safety system that is supposed to deflate it in bad weather, but it did not work on this occasion.

Juri Steiner, the director of the Paul Klee centre, in Berne, told AFP that a sudden gust of wind carried it 200 metres before it fell to the ground, breaking a window of the children's home. The accident happened on July 31, but the details only emerged yesterday.

Steiner said McCarthy had not yet been contacted and the museum was not sure if the piece (pictured here) would be put back on display.

The installation is part of an exhibition called East of Eden: A Garden Show, which features sound sculptures in trees and a football ground without goalposts. The exhibition opened in May and is due to run until October.

The centre's website describes the show as containing "interweaving, diverse, not to say conflictive emphases and a broad spectrum of items to form a dynamic exchange of parallel and self-eclipsing spatial and temporal zones".

Shit happens?

I'm aware that shit happens, but did it have to happen as an art piece? Call me uncultured all you want, but I own a dog. What comes out of him is NOT art.

Maybe not to you, but the dog may consider it his latest masterpiece. And then you come along with the lawn mower & destroy his work ;)




Ain't that some shit?

Yeah, but he can make more.

yeah well, they'd be smaller if you'd feed him less, dear god, Obese-Weiler!

He's not that bad. Not like the cat, and the cat's shit smells worse than the dogs.

yeah, right. next time I come up that we're not celebrating I'll bring Triffid so you can see the bodyshape Buddy should be in.

Not my fault I'm the only one that tries to run him. I hate to see what's going to happen to him when I move out. Probably die from dehydration and be fatter than he is already.

maybe it's time to buy fit and trim instead of kibbles and bits..........

I'm not buying the food to begin with. Technically, he's not even my dog. That's why I'm worried about what's going to happen when I move out.

Does a giant inflatable turd come from a giant inflatable dog?

Hope not. There's a vet's office in Murfreesboro that puts out a bunch of inflatable dogs in front of a sled for Christmas each year. Kind of scared to see what the great dane would drop.

I'll believe it, when Deep Purple writes a song about it.

This demonstrates two thing:

1. You're not an artist.

2. All artists are alike, thinking their shit don't stink.