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Ear Grown From Van Gogh DNA On Display
First time accepted submitter afeeney (719690) writes 'The Centre for Art and Media in Karlsruhe, Germany, is displaying an ear grown from DNA contributed by a relative of artist Vincent Van Gogh. The Center said artist Diemut Strebe made the replica using living cells from Lieuwe van Gogh, the great-great-grandson of Vincent’s brother Theo. Using a 3D-printer, the cells were shaped to resemble the ear that Vincent van Gogh is said to have cut off during a psychotic episode in 1888. “I use science basically like a type of brush, like Vincent used paint,” Strebe told The Associated Press. Historians argue about whether Van Gogh cut off his own ear and if so, why, but it remains one of the most famous acts of self-mutilation in the Western world.'
I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate.
Yeah I thought they had a piece of hair or something so it really was his. It's not far fetched - locks of Lincoln's hair still exist (as do samples from a great many folks, like Marilyn Monroe, Michael Jackson, and Elvis). VH1 has some "memorabilia" program that had an episode going to the home of one of the big "hair collectors" - I'm sure there is some weird name for them if one wanted to look it up - who had authenticated samples of all of the above and many more displayed and the most valuable ones like Lincoln in a big fireproof safe. Looked like a bank vault. It was pretty creepy, but very cool at the same time. He has all the documents to back them up, as well.
Not even grown on a mouse's back? Come on!
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Only 1/64th blood relation.
Stir in a little melatonin and give the ear to Evander Holyfield.
So the ear owns all of his collective works?
In Monroe's case there would be little question about what to grow. Mammorabilia.
I saw a bunch of famous peoples heads kept alive in jars.
It is perfectly alright to have toads in your hat , so long as they are not soaked in Cadmium and mineral spirits. .... or lead.
Cadmium, is bad shit, slowly absorbed by fondling your paint rag then running your fingers through your hair, picking your nose, eating without washing and even scrubbing the pigment off your hands with mineral spirits which carry it into the bloodstream. Starry Night was a hallucinatory painting indicative of the damage being suffered.
Not to worry though, painters, real Cadmium hasnt been used in decades for ANY paint, they merely call it cadmium red or yellow. Still plenty of unwholesome shit in paint, just not Cadmium
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The estate of John Holmes has been tossing around the idea of cloned penii to be used for transplant and are furiously sampling DNA from amongst the family.
If you have a right foot and a left foot, it only makes sense to have a foot hanging between them. Be the life of the party! Impress girls! Quit stuffing potatoes down your shorts and get the real thing!
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How about a piece alluded to by an earlier post in this thread, "Piss Christ", a crucifix in a jar of urine? Well, I think that, along Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain", which was just a urinal are art also.
Ah yes, the "Whatever you can get away with" school of art.
Which unfortunately leads to a carny/rube relationship with a person putting a dead cow on display, and then the critics stumbling to assess the dead cow in strange and mysterious ways.
Obviously the dead cow and it's putrification process is not in the least creative. The creative process is the grifter who put the dead cow there making the critics do his/her bidding.
It's a exceptionally silly game, in the end, a sort of cockamamie performance work by the critics.
Meh - critics make for shitty performance art.
"Piss Christ" is the perfect example. No particular creativity in production of the work. But purposefully designed to inflame certain subsets of society. So people discuss it for it's inflammatory virtues. Yippee skippee, that makes a group of people sitting around the breakfast table discussing last nights episode of "Here comes Honey Boo-Boo," or "Duck Dynasty" equally performance art. It makes this thread performance art.
So more the Meh. I have a broad enough definition of art to include such things. But there is art, there is good art and there is poor art. There is also art that is incomparably stupid and virtually worthless, designed to provoke, not appreciate.
The shepherds did so well protecting the flock that the sheep no longer believed that wolves existed.
I think you're trying to nail Jello to a board (which might get you a grant).
This is like arguing religion.