As an avid read of The Flint Skinny, you are acutely aware that I take great pride in my discerning eye when it comes to classic art. I taught Picasso to paint, DiVinci to draw, Crayola to color, and Jig to saw. Even still I could not begin to instruct a man on how to create a piece of art that speaks so directly to the soul of man as this incredible work.. Who amongst us doesn't wish to be immortalized through the most noble forms of art: tapestry? Yes, this amazing work of art has found itself hanging proudly in an Art Gallery in the famous West Loop of Chicago. If you wish to go and see it up close, I will be giving guided tours on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays from 12pm-6pm. Please email well in advance, because as you can imagine, slots are being filled quicker than at the gangbang of the week.
As with all great art works, it is meant to lubricate discussions. For that reason, I am willing to present some reader opinions on this piece:
"This is a post modern piece serving as a commentary on the blending of cultures and contradictions that are so ubiquitous in today's increasingly global and contradictory world. Tiger Woods is obviously the centerpiece as he is the pinnacle of contradictions. Half black and half Asian. His black side has him do things like marry a white chick and bang lots of other chicks, and his asian side makes him good at golf and wearing fancy clothes. This art adds another dimension of his multiculturalism by making him a homo-thug (wears a jersey and a du rag, but carries a pink asian umbrella). Lloyd is on his knees, but above Lloyd Banks, who's all cheesed out on whatever plants are growing around him. Tupac is clearly portrayed as alive and eating pizza, blending his aggressive thug life mentality yet displayed eating stoner food that he is passive aggressively not sharing with anybody. Then there's Ludacris bent over in the corner cuz he's clearly a fag. No blending or contradiction here. That does however, add to the contradiction of this marvelous piece of art." ~Sir Chance The 1st