I found this to be an apt description for the cultural production depicted below:
Technically, an important predecessor is surrealism, with its emphasis on spontaneous, automatic or subconscious creation.
– taken from the wikipedia entry for abstract expressionism
It all started with a direct hit – inconceivably, Milo managed to pee all over me while somehow not getting a drop on himself. But this performance was just the preamble to a much more sophisticated work:
I really have lost it. Even Milo’s poop is too perfect to comprehend. Art history is littered with all kinds of piss and poop related endeavors. This particular work by Milo seems to resemble paintings by Jackson Pollock. Pollock himself was a notorious pisser – infamously peeing into Peggy Guggenheim’s fireplace. You might look at his drip paintings as a metaphor for pissing:
In the 70s, Andy Warhol produced ‘oxidation’ paintings – friends were asked to piss onto canvases prepared with copper paint.
There is Duchamps urinal, “Fountain“:
And Kiki Smith’s “Tale“:
And Andres Serrano’s “Piss Christ“:
And Chris Ofili’s collage “The Holy Virgin Mary” which incorporates elephant feces.
And I’m sure many more …
Our midwife, while deeply sniffing Milo’s head, told us that newborns release endorphins into the air around them. It might be a survival tactic developed to avoid being ditched in the woods by frustrated parents. I think they’re working. Rachel and I are totally junkies. I’m having trouble doing anything except just stare at him. I find myself feeling jealous when Rachel is staring at him because I want to stare at him … like, look lady, I’m losing my high. Hand over the kid, I need another fix …
We went on our first big adventure into Manhattan today to visit Dr. Hops, our pediatrician. For variety we took the midtown tunnel (we came home from the birthing center over the Queensboro bridge). Milo is a little jaundice, but otherwise doing great and has already gained 1.6 oz !! He had to get blood drawn from his heel to test for a variety of disorders. Despite 4 jabs with a needle, Milo barely seemed to notice – he was far to consumed with nursing his own new drug.
Rachel and Milo rocked out today in terms of breastfeeding – here they are, pooped out after a particularly successful meal.