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DNA Sculpture Constructed with Shopping Carts

Posted by simoniker on from the not-dumped-in-river dept.

Roland Piquepaille writes "The U.K. supermarket chain Somerfield decided last year to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the discovery of DNA in an original way. It commissioned British artist Abigail Fallis to create a sculpture of a DNA double helix made of shopping carts and to display it during the Muscular Dystrophy Campaign of 2004. The sculpture, named DNA DL90, is 31 feet high and weighs more than three tons. It is on display since April 2004 at "Sculpture at Goodwood," the 21st century British sculpture park in Surrey. This photo gallery contains several pictures of this original artwork."

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  1. Re:Shopping by iminplaya · · Score: 0, Troll

    What the Jewish mom name her Chinese step daughter? Sha-ping. Anyway...what I want to know is how many homeless people had to die to make this.

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  2. No. This is actually perfect. Real Art! by Fantastic+Lad · · Score: 0, Troll
    It's boring as shit. It's ugly as shit. And the artistic metaphor is bang on.

    Think about it.

    I mean, where other than the grocery store giants does the average 'consumer' (and what a delightfully disgusting word) come in contact with more genetically messed-with stuff? Nowhere. If you are alive, then you've probably ingested a Monsanto product or ten over the last week!

    DNA modified for the purpose of selling bullshit, ugly product to bullshit, ugly consumers.

    I'd love to talk to 'Abigail Fallis' about her sculpture. I wonder if she realizes what she has created.

    Side note;

    Abigail Fallis???

    Is anybody else finding it weird that there are so many dead-giveaways in words and names these days? Consider. . .

    George Bush. (Big pussy.)

    Dick Cheney. (Big Penis)

    Colin Powell. (Sceptic Ass Tank.)

    Condolezza Rice. (Condole: To offer sympathy and support to) (ezza - with ease?) That's her job description, pretty much. Advise and support the Prez.

    Donald Rumsfeld (Felled by Rum? -Booze, an escapist substance; drunk on escapism?) (A stretch, but it jumped out nonetheless. . .)

    Hell, I don't know. I'm just playing. But you just know they're going to stick in your mind!


    -FL