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Splendid. Love it.
Huh? Why is he holding a golf club?
“Foré!”
Hm, I would have thought a larger iron would have been better, say a 5 or 6, but I suppose only Death would be skillful enough to decapitate a turkey with a putter – and still keep the head on the green.
And I’ll leave you with that image – Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
this is lame. why is there a gold club and why can’t they be more creative as a collective. there are 3 of them! their boat at TAM was so boring it put me to sleep.
I would challenge them to say something through their art, that has depth, meaning and momentum.
get to work little boys.
Comment sent, as ms2019 scratches her balls, switches back to internet porn and does nothing with its life.
Obvious reference to Beuys here, come on people.