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peep show

The Washington Post’s Sunday Source section held a Peeps diorama contest.

They have the winners in today’s paper and you can see the top 22 finalists in their photo gallery. They had over 350 entries and somehow winnowed them down to 22 finalists. They’re all amazing but the winner, the winner just takes peeps to a whole new level:

Operations here at The Washington Post ground to a halt when the winning Peeps diorama, “Peeps Are a Girl’s Best Friend,” above, was unveiled a couple of weeks ago. Many bigwig journalists stopped by our section to marvel at Charles Johnston’s restaging of the classic musical number in “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.” Executive Editor Len Downie was heard to utter, “That’s extraordinary.”

I’m looking at the winner live and in-person right now here in the nerve-center of artomatic and I have to tell you, it’s really all that. And more.

All of the finalists are quite “wow” but “Peeps are a Girl’s Best Friend” just blows your mind. The finalists will be out on public display when we open to the public April 13th, you’ll just have to come see them for yourself.

Wow. Really. Wow.

Frank Warren is cooler than you

Uber Art Blogger Lenny posted about Forbes Magazine’s list of “The Web Celeb 25”, which they describe as

…a list of the biggest, brightest and most influential people on the Internet. From bloggers to podcasters to YouTube stars, these are the people who are creating the digital world from the bottom up.

Grandiose? Maybe. But who cares, because PostSecret creator (and artomatic alum Frank Warren is number 14.

Ira Tattelman's Work Creeps Me the Fuck Out

But that’s not a bad thing.

Be sure to check out his installation, “They Taught Me To Wash Away My Desires” in the restroom at the end of the hall at Artomatic. I keep forgetting to write down the room number but you’ll know it when you see it. Trust me.

I can’t even put my finger on why it weirds me out so much, I guess that’s what makes it so effective. Ira’s a delight to talk to but I keep forgetting to ask him if he’s capturing the piece on video. I don’t think he’ll be able to recreate the ambience or impact in video but it’s worth a try. Sadly, I loaned my camera to someone or I’d give it a shot. (literally and figuratively, I suppose).

yes, I have heard about the naked painting of W

I keep getting outraged emails asking me if I have plans to protest over an alleged flagrant violation of the First Amendment. (see: Ailing City Museum Cancels Funky Furniture)

Nope. Not gonna do it.

Why? ‘Cause the news reports are becoming so innacurate it’s silly, folks. It’s like performance art – a giant game of telephone.

Before you try to shout me down, like many otherwise uninvolved artist/friends have, keep in mind the fundraiser was largely my responsibility so I might have at least a vague idea what’s up. Sure, I’m in the dark about some of the stuff that’s going on, I’m sure, but no one’s Constitutional Rights have been violated, of that I’m certain.

My neverending headache did make it onto my fave show, Countdown, last night:

And number one, the city museum of Washington, DC which has cancelled an exhibit called funky furniture. They thought it was supposed to depict furniture. In fact, it included a painting that was a takeoff on the masterpiece ìOlympiaî by the impressionist Manet that was a painting of President Bush naked. Need some wood?

Yeah, so that’s why I’ve been missing. Again.

hell, other people

I’ve been doing crazy amounts of stuff that have been keeping me running around like, well, the crazy-woman I am. I don’t have the stomach for community organizing, I’ve learned (read: enduring threats and learning what overt racism exists in dc-metro area). I prefer being knee-deep in artomatic organizing, which is hard work but lots of fun. And much less scary.

Tomorrow, I will of course pause to light a candle for imprisoned freedom fighter Martha Stewart.

In the meantime, in lieu of more interesting content, here’s a roundup of some of the more entertaining random encounters with strangers from the last few weeks:

ladies room, lemur lounge, 3 weeks ago
drunk woman: “That vampire look really works for you.”

Metro train, last week
young woman: “You look like a goth Marilyn Monroe!”
(stranger still, others agreed)

Sephora, Pentagon city mall, sometime in the last few weeks
woman with lipgloss tester in her hand: “Does this smell like pee?”

coffee shop, today
woman with sandwich in her hand: “Do you think this will give me gas later?”
(which reminded me of the time Husband and I were checking out books at the library and the librarian randomly announced to Husband, “I love brocoli, but it gives me gas.”)

Today’s lesson: You can work from home, but you can never escape.