My kids love going to the fairground. I do not share this
love with them.
A trip to the fair inevitability concludes in:
1) A large wad of cash wasted – one leaves either with nothing
at all to show or with something that is actually worse than nothing, such as a
dart gun or a squeaky inflatable dolphin.
2) A screaming tantrum from one or both of the boys, who do not realise that there are precisely zero ways for them to have fun at a fair when the cash reserves have been exhausted.
2) A screaming tantrum from one or both of the boys, who do not realise that there are precisely zero ways for them to have fun at a fair when the cash reserves have been exhausted.
For them to have
fun, I say. There is one thing I take
pleasure in at funfairs – and best of all, it’s free.
I am, of course, talking about admiring the astonishing
artwork on display.
Now, I like charmingly amateurish unlicensed renderings of
popular cartoon characters as much as the next man. But what I really like are epic-scale
depictions of beautiful people having KERRRAY-ZEE PARTY TIME!
Via airbrush!
This, for example, appears to be Amanda Palmer, with the
words “Energy Dome” exploding out of her ears. Perhaps this fairground owner is
a massive Dresden Dolls fan.
Actually, that’s quite a good one.
What I really like are the ones that defy the laws of
perspective; which look like superficially skilful renderings of the human form
(or of Porsches), but which have disturbing, subliminal inaccuracies which
leave the viewer uneasy for reasons they cannot describe.
You can’t tell me that is not a disturbing image.
If Hieronymous Bosch was alive today, I think this is what
his last judgments and visions of hell would look like.