Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

14 May 2009

Dear Guy Who Balances On The Edge,

Who do you think you are? We guess you're kinda like a modern day Philippe Petit or something.

Here you are balancing on a bike. On a platform. A platform that is hanging over the edge of the Troll Wall in Norway. Drunk!

No, you're not drunk but you've got to have a little bit of crazy in your head to do the things you do.

We have a hard enough time riding a bike, let alone balance on it in a stationary position, on the edge of a freakin' mountain.

Listen, we get it. You can balance on stuff. You can ride your bike across a tight rope. You can do a handstand at the edge of a cliff. You balance on a chair. You have got a strong core. You don't use safety cables. You're "death-defying."

Yah, yah. It's a performance. It's art. It's a physical feat. We get it.

Whatever. We're not impressed until you balance yourself at the edge of the crown of the Statue of Liberty.

Although, we couldn't scoff at you balancing on the Burj:
"I would dream of balancing on the top of the Burj in Dubai, the tallest building in the world."
[Daily Mail]
Keep us posted and don't fall.

Better yet, just get a job. Crazy hippie.



Regards,
Everyone

To see more of Eskil Rønningsbakken doing his thing, click over to http://globalbalancing.com/

05 May 2009

Dear Paul Gauguin,

Why did you cut off Vincent Van Gogh's ear?
History has always painted Vincent Van Gogh as the artist who cut off his ear. But according to researchers, history might have got the wrong man.

They believe that, in fact, it was Paul Gauguin, an artist of almost equal renown, who cut off his friend's ear.
[Daily Mail]
Oh it turns out that you were fighting with your ol' buddy Van Gogh about a prostitute.

Are you kidding me, Gauguin? You cut off your friends ear over a prostitute?

Whatever happened to bros before hoes?

Then you ditched your buddy. Van Gogh got all bummed out and then shot himself in the chest and died two days later.

You're an asshole, Gauguin. We're going to the Getty right now and tearing some holes in your paintings.


Regards,
Everyone