“New Yorkers don’t care about art, they care about pets. So I’m exhibiting them instead. I wanted to make art that questioned our relationship with animals and the ethics and sustainability of factory farming, but it ended up as chicken nuggets singing. I took all the money I made exploiting an animal in my last show and used it to fund a new show about the exploitation of animals. If its art and you can see it from the street, I guess it could still be considered street art.”
God damn it. Banksy. That son of a bitch. So it’s a big cluster-fuck of his work right now in New York City and we’ve all seen the billion story tall rats (in fact Mr. Spiral himself Ryan Dye showed you one) but now the man has hit me where I live.
This past Monday started out like any other Monday (rolling out of bed, popping a few Advil liqi-gels and making some tea). In the evening I met my wonderful friend Laura for some light strolling ’round my block and dinner. As we made our way south on Seventh Avenue we were stopped in our tracks with the matching exclamation of, “is that a fucking leopard?!” We had found ourselves in front of the “Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill.”
Laura promptly whipped out her iPhone like it was a prison shank and we proceeded to google this anomaly. Nothing! And we all know if its not on the internet its not real. However, as of today (Friday) a google search yields 333,000 results.
Banksy has upped the ante and regardless of personal opinion, this is pretty extraordinary. Go check it out on 7th Ave. between west 4th and Bleeker and harass the uniformed staff. And hey you never know, I might be there too. K$
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