When I was at school, I used to make mod-roc masks of my face, and they weren't very good, but they were a bit weird and it looked like your face was looking back at you and you could paint it in funny colours and laugh at it a bit. Wind the tape on fifteen years - here's the grown up version.
A bit like the grown up version of trains, tea parties and war, this is much less fun than it was back then. There's a part of me that wishes it had gone the other way and that this place was a clay-slinging play fight for grown-ups, just like the mod-roc art class, and that the entire purpose was having a laugh at ourselves. In reality, it's Art, and Art with naked people in at that, so it feels like a requirement to take oneself a bit more seriously, even if one does get the urge to giggle at the idea of a wall of plaster cast lady parts. I get the feeling that it's not entirely about narcissism though. Not all the examples on display are of perfect, shiny people (although some of them are) and once you meet the owner, you get the feeling that perhaps laughing isn't entirely discouraged. So that's a plus point. I'm still not going to spend £900 on a bronze statue of myself naked, because I think that would be a bit weird. (Although maybe I could turn it to practical use. I could take it out shopping with me and dress it in clothes I might buy, or perhaps get it to run for local government for me while I'm out drinking.) For an original and very unusual present - why not? It is, after all, an opportunity to participate in, and give someone, an original artwork. They start from about £50, although a traitorous part of me says that perhaps I should save the pennies and get the mod-roc out again. Perhaps this time I won't use the plaster-cast saw to cut it off, though. read more