My friend Ryan and I took in some theatre (pronounced thee-at-UH) on Sunday and saw The Slutcracker, a scene-by-scene burlesque interpretation of Tchaikovsky's holiday classic of a similar but very different name. Who knew bodies came in so many shapes and sizes?
After the show, we headed downstairs to the Museum of Bad Art, where I found a few paintings that I thought were pretty good. Apropos of the Oatmeal Cookie Guy, though, I decided to focus on one piece in particular: Queen of the Chocolate Chip.
From the curator:
The piece comments on the incongruity of royalism at the close of the second millennium. The formality of the pose contrasts with the laissez faire attitude of Her Majesty, caught mid chew, as she sports a jaunty beret in preference to her emerald encrusted crown. We are, in fact, amused.
Serious art and gallery lovers should check out my friend Pam's blog.