nose to tail talk has been moving in slow fooding circles a long time
respecting all the animal's bits as a way of respecting the animal
there was a nice article on the topic in the age a little while ago,
bringing the boutique to the farm (though i think the print article was called soul food or something)
pork farmer, elizabeth behrendt refuses to sell to people who don't know what they're doing. she says
"I am never going to see their flesh abused in my market stall or in the kitchen when someone cooks the crap out of it. I can do everything right on my farm but it only takes a few minutes from a crap cook to ruin the meat from my pigs."
well, artists nose to tail it too,
or sheep stomach and bladder it, at least
julia lohmann
ruminant - lighting made from cow's stomachs
and flock - A ceiling made from 50 preserved sheep stomachs, 180cm x 180 cm x 30 cm, made in 2004, exhibited at the Royal College of Art Summer Show and at Design Mart in the Design Museum.
not sure what i think of this, but her gallery includes a "before" shot...
this last image of julia plus sheep tummies reminds me of some of louise bourgeois's work.
like,
fillette (1968) latex over plaster, 59.5 x 26.5 19.5 cm
mapplethorpe's portrait of louise bourgeois with
fillette tucked under her arm like a baguette
an
article in the tate magazine, with the wonderful, playful title
lumps, bumps, bulbs, bubbles, bulges, slits, turds, coils, craters, wrinkles and holes, which pretty well covers the field ...
another bourgeois piece,
the destruction of the father, which looks like lohmann's flocked ceiling
according to trendhunter
The paper-thin substrate Mary-Anne Wensley uses for her sculptures could easily be mistaken for parchment, but no, Wensley uses a material that she finds both captivating and disgusting: dried pig intestines,
in fact, the works look incredibly sanitised
a final piece by louise bourgeois,
janus fleuri, which is just ... well offal-esque really
no-one made me blog about this,
so if i make myself queasy ... i've no-one to blame but me!
given that it's footy finals time, it's apt to be thinking about pigs' bladders ...
or possum balls (
marn grook balls)
the milk bar on the corner has a new lick of graffiti on its walls. it's not that great but at least it's colourful.
some of her pieces remind me of klimt, stylised repetition 
because works like these, or practice like this makes me feel alive, and make me laugh and think (my favourite things ... almost)
from a recent exhibition in a half-torn down building
