"You all knew that
True that swallow
And I be the shit now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour"
Richard: "This is a devastating commentary on the idea of 'art as product.' In these verses, we literally consume Li'l Wayne, which gives us 'loose bowels,' because we can't handle his powerful words. And then we see Wayne compare himself to a hooker: we expect him to 'perform' for us, he allows himself to be exploited, and we owe him compensation."
Chip: "The 'two vowels' refers of course to Wheel of Fortune, circling back to the idea of Wayne's millionaire status. This is a carefully constructed work, but all in all I still prefer Li'l Bow Wow."
The Percolator is not the only gallery in town hosting a major reception tomorrow night. Downtown's 6 Gallery brings us "Bestiary," presenting work such as this:
Chip: "Powerful? Yes. Troubling? Absolutely. Art? No way. Judging from this image, I believe these artists should be questioned in the recent string of local cat killings."
Richard: "This may in fact be just the kind of disturbing art I've been calling for among local artists, but the true test will be whether or not I have a nightmare involving a bear-headed hipster being lasered by a cartoon dog while a decapitated tiger roars silently at his feet."