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The UK Government announced the biggest spending cuts in decades today, marking the beginning of the Age of Austerity (two Ages after the Age when Elves first came to the land).
Inspired by the Government’s calls for the nation to start tightening its belt, I have followed this advice with my own art this week.
Hence I have recycled an old and cheap artwork which I have used several times before. I have also made sure it has several interpretations and meaning, giving it optimum value for money.
So to represent the Prime Minister David Cameron and Chancellor George Osborne’s approach to economic management, I lured some pigeons to a pile of vomit on the pavement (I was unable to make myself sick this time but luckily a passing banker coming down from a giant cocaine binge happened to be ill right at my feet).
Just some of the many meanings the viewer gets for free from this bargain artwork are the following:
The pile of VOMIT is able to represent the following…
- The ‘mess’ that the Coalition claims Labour has left our finances in after a 10 year binge, followed by this purge before passing out in a neighbour’s front door and wetting themselves (I assume).
-The familiar/regurgitated ideology of Thatcherism that is evident in many of these cuts, yet these cuts are even harsher and chunkier then Margaret Thatcher’s (who was coincidentally being ‘ill’ in hospital the day the cuts were announced, probably intentionally trying to add to the metaphor).
- Fears of these cutbacks leading to a double dip recession and returning to the poor ecominic situation we have only just begun to emerge from are as unappealing as returning to a meal you already ate and found so distasteful you threw it up on the pavement.
- How attempts to make the Private Sector absorb the half a million newly unemployed Public Sector workers will result in force feeding a full sector until the redundant workers are rejected and regurgitated onto the hard pavement of the welfare system.
-How George Osborne sometimes looks like a pile of vomit.
-The happy, waddling British public who rather than get angry and riot like the French are currently doing are happy to potter about and eat whatever scraps are left for them on the pavement or run in front of people awkwardly rather then just flying to the side, even though it’s CLEAR that you’re walking in a straight line towards them.
-The Blitz spirit. These pigeons/the British public understand that times are tough and so will be happy to make do with rationing/vomit. The pigeons that represent the British public will probably then be actually cooked by a British mother embracing the Blitz spirit and feeding her human children this poor meat/British public metaphor, indicating the class system in all its horror somehow.
- There are widespread accusations that these cuts are going to hit the poorest in society hardest and who is worse off then homeless, unemployed pigeons with little to no chance of getting into a good university?… Otters?
-Also the pigeons are here behaving as vagrants who aren’t being shooed away because drastic cuts to police funding will mean fewer frontline officers to deal with pettier crimes such as vagrancy or eating vomit.
- How Osborne and Cameron sometimes look like waddling pigeons.
So it is my sincere hope that once we become more accustomed to the new austerity measures, we will soon be as content, nay, ecstatic, as pigeons eating from a pile of vomit. God willing.
As mentioned yesterday, I am away for a few days. However, as the news doesn’t take holidays and art only has weekends off, I have prepared news predictions and accompanying art for the days I am away. Here is today’s…
After George Osborne announced drastic budget cuts on Tuesday, fears of riots harking back to Margaret Thatcher’s reign became a reality as protests erupted around England.
I was appalled when I heard/imagined this scenario. Why can’t we have civilised and constructive debate in these very serious times? How are we ever going to progress when neither side will listen to the other?
I decided to make an artwork about the dangers of miscommunication.
I was inspired to remember the story of the Tower of Babel from the Bible. In this man’s pride made them believe they could build a tower that would reach heaven itself. So God made all the men working on it speak in different languages, making communication impossible.
I gained access to this skyscraper that was mid construction. Rather than make everyone forget their native tongue, which I probably could have engineered eventually, I instead gave them all detailed booklets to play roles in a giant game of Host A Murder Mystery. Each construction worker played a different character in a murder mystery set in a 1920s mansion.
What they didn’t know was that none of the clues I was giving them each matched up. As they believed themselves to be nearing a solution as to who the murderer was, they were actually merely becoming more befuddled and confused, and falling further and further behind in the deadline on finishing the skyscraper.
After three weeks I revealed the news to the owners of the site and their employees. They were suitably angered at their folly.