#banana duct-tape

[suchananewsblog]

South Korean Student Eats 'Banana' Worth Rs 1 Crore. Full Story Inside

They say food is an art and the one who cooks is the artist. And, most of us will agree with this idea. Right? When a bowl of butter chicken is presented on a table with oodles of cream and coriander dressings, the dining experience sees an elevation. Relatable, did we hear? Over the years, we have seen how food items have become an integral part of art. Well, now, a bizarre incident related to a…

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#artwork #banana duct-tape #expensive banana #seoul #viral story

[droewyn]

If you've been putting off doing the thing, Spriggan wants you to know that it's not her job to motivate you. Her job is to provide scale for the banana.

You should probably do the thing anyway.

#original content #spriggan #duct-taped banana

[rocketsagan-blog]

Is it dated? Yep. Is it still funny to me? Yep. Am I going to hang this in my office and giggle occasionally? Still Yep.

(Small side note - I outlined the main subject in white squares, then added a faint grey line to the left side to make it look more like a sticker and to add more dimension to the whole piece. Lemme know if it worked.)

#Comedian (2019) #maurizio cattelan #duct tape #banana #cross stitch #fiber art #fiber crafts #Duct tape that banana to a wall baby

[princelune]

i was in the sfmoma collection center recently (🤫) and i saw fountain packed up in a crate BTWWWW 😁😨

#speaks #LOOOOVE HEADING THE MIXED FEELINGS ABT FOUNTAIN TBH. #hearing* #and the modern day equivalent imo would be like. the banana duct taped to the wall

[dorkvania]

Bananas of Portland

#duct taped banana #meta #street art #banana #pdx #is that slap tag next to it a sweeney todd reference?

[blurred-cat]

curses you with more knowledge about me: i keep my bananas in the fridge because i dont want the fruit flies to hatch

#I'm Talking #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i once had fruit flies #so fucking bad in my apartment #i was killing like 20 a day #granted this is because the upstairs neighbor #and i had a wall connected #by a FUCKING HOLE #and they were FUCKING FILTHY #i eventually patched the hole with duct tape #and it solved the problem #but the fruit flies were so so so bad #this was when i lived in alaska #so i would keep the bananas outside #in the snow and cold temps #the could come in after 3 days #i understand i could just wash them #but will i wash them good enough? #i dont want to take that risk

[lovely-v]

T shirt that says “I 🟦 abstract expressionism”

#veesaysthings #inspired by me once again having to explain the purpose of paintings that are ‘just squares’ #anyway #i love modern art I love squares I love lines and colors #I love banana duct taped to the canvas

[cringelord-minato]

Modern art be like:

#minato's ramblings #this is a callout post #like seriously duct taping a banana to a wall isn't art #art #modern art

[artcentron]

Maurizio Cattelan's Comedian Set to Make Its Australian Debut at NGV Triennial

Maurizio Cattelan's Comedian 2019, a banana securely duct-taped to a wall, will be a major feature at the NGV Triennial exhibition of contemporary art, design, and architecture

Maurizio Cattelan’s Comedian at UCCA Beijing/Shenzen-Leeum, Seoul, 2023-Roma Palazzo Bonaparte, 2023. Image Courtesy UCCA Center for Contemporary Art Maurizio Cattelan’s Comedian 2019, a banana securely duct-taped to a wall, will be a major feature at the NGV Triennial exhibition of contemporary art, design, and architecture BY KAZEEM ADELEKE, ARTCENTRON MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA- Maurizio…

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#Architecture #Australia #Banana #Comedian #Contemporary Art #Design #Duct Tape #Maurizio Cattelan #NGV Triennial #Sculpture

[coffeemimicknownaspinoybean]

Too lazy to open notes app so rambling goes here!

Consider that the pages of a book are meant to impart information on the reader. Even if they are blank, that is crucial. In thinking about the book from The Book of Sand by Luis Borges, I've started to wonder what making a physical tribute of the book might look like. Why not a book with blank numberless pages?

No one page is ever truly the same, as matter is always changing. I then thought this was a stretch and would make people mad. Which, fair. But art should make you have a reaction!

Thanks for coming to my cold brew fueled TED talk.

#this is my banana duct taped to the wall

[xyzviper]

Holy shit, someone actually did it.

#news #modern art #Banana #duct tape

[noxisabsolutelyinsane]

Meet Jaqueline!

More info under the cut! (LONG!)

Basic Info: Jaqueline D. Wolfe, usually going by Dr. Wolfe or the nickname 'Jackie', is an anomalous employee that works at the SCP foundation. After an incident, she is now permanently bonded to SCP-963, an anomalous immortality amulet. She's eccentric and high energy, and usually doesn't think things through. Routinely causes problems for the higher ups with her antics. She cares more about others than she does about herself.

Anomaly: SCP-963 is a an ornate amulet, made of gold, stained glass, and multiple gems.

If 963 is being held when death occurs, it will permanently bond with whoever is holding it. It then takes the state and age of the body before death, and saves it. The amulet will heal the body back to this state whenever injured or sickened, no matter the severity.

The amulet completely stops the body from aging, and therefore also prevents all aging related sicknesses and ailments.

The amulet is able to regrow/reconnect limbs. If a limb is lost, but then put back onto the area and secured (like with duct tape) the amulet will fuse the limb back to the body. If a limb is not put back onto the body, the amulet will regrow the limb from its original spot.

The amulet makes the host practically immortal, since the host cannot permanently die. If the host dies while bonded to the amulet, the amulet will revive them.

Even if the amulet is not on/near the host, it will still heal them, but very slowly.

The red gem in the center of the amulet shows how much healing ability it has. When it is full, it glows a bright red. When it is empty, it is a matte and opaque grey. The fuller the amulet is, the quicker it heals the host. If the amulet is full, healing will take mere seconds.

The amulet charges from the host participating in soulful activities and being in relaxing environments. For example, if the host celebrates a holiday, hangs out with a loved one, or goes on a nature walk, the amulet will charge.

Funfacts:

Jackie is on T and wears packers, but still presents as female for maximum gender confusion.

Sometimes she cuts off her own limbs for fun.

She is microwaveable safe.

She has ADHD.

She's around middle aged, but the amulet prevents her from aging past her 20s.

Would trip and fall on a banana peel.

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I'm perpetually unable to ever stick to a specific design and canon, so all of this could change suddenly. I won't tell you if it does though, guessing game.

#scp #scp foundation #scp fanart #scp 963 #bright rewrite #jaqueline d wolfe #MY GIRL MY WEIRD GIRL. BE NICE TO HER! #my art #also i probably won't like. #post anything more about her or about this in general since i prefer to keep all my interests and characters to myself :3

[withacapitalp]

Countdown Pt 3

Part One Part Two

Tw: Slight suicidal ideation and general grieving

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They only carry a couple things with them on the run. 

Surviving the apocalypse isn’t pretty, and it’s easier to make a quick escape if they’re always traveling light. Essentials only, with a few sentimental items so they don’t completely lose their minds. 

Nancy had her journals, Max had her skateboard (even if she couldn’t use it right now), Will brought a pack of colored pencils, and Steve was pretty sure Hopper had somehow saved a half a pack of smokes. 

And Steve….Steve has a shoebox. 

It’s an old thing, held together with duct tape and decorated with sharpie doodles. Wayne had given it to him right before he left town, along with the necklace that Steve kept around his neck every moment of every day. 

He’s never let any of them look in it. They think he’s insane, but they’re not the ones with zeroed out timers.

This shoebox is all he has left of his soulmate. 

What’s inside would seem like junk to most people. A handful of rocks of varying size, shapes, and colors. A leather cuff with spikes that Steve had immediately put around his timer wrist to hide it from view. A matchbook from a gay bar in Indianapolis, a Spalding bouncy ball. Some hand-sewn patches with logos he didn’t recognize, three different mini figures, a dozen faded beautiful photographs, and a single mixtape. 

Only Robin knew about the mixtape. He had only told her in case they needed a song for him. That mixtape was the only thing in the world that had the song that could save his life. 

But the most important thing in that box was the letters. 

He read one every night. He had promised himself he wouldn’t read more than one. It was routine. When it was his turn to be on watch and the rest of their family was sound asleep, Steve would open his shoebox, pull out a letter, and read it. 

The first one is probably his favorite. It was written in dark red marker on yellow construction paper, the edges ripped and torn with age. The marker bled through the back of the paper where the child who wrote the letter had pressed down too hard, and Steve could imagine the way his fingers must have stained from the ink. Blood red. The same way his fingers were stained when he died. 

7/4/1971 

TWO SULMAYT,

HI.

I AM EDDIE MUNSON. I AM FIVE YEARS OLD. I LIKE TRUKS. YU SHUD LIKE THEM TO. WE CAN WATCH THE BIG TRUKS! 

WHAT IS YUR NAMY? 

BIE

LUV EDDIE

P. S. I HAD A NANA FOR BRIKFEST. YUM. 

There was a picture of two giant monster trucks under the words, and a tiny thing Steve assumed was a banana under the postscript. Steve keeps that one tucked in his jacket pocket, just in case he ever loses his bag or his precious shoebox. 

He keeps the first in his side pocket, and keeps the last one in the breast pocket right above his heart

6/13/1986

Hi Love,

The first one says ‘Two Sulmayt’ but every one after that starts with ‘Hi Love’. 

Steve can’t help wondering if Eddie would have eventually called him ‘Love’ if they had gotten more time. 

Well, if you’re reading this, then I guess my plan to be the one that lived really didn’t work out. Damn, that sucks. Probably a little bit more for you than for me. 

I don't know how you dealt with knowing we only had five days, but I thought it was kinda fucked. Like damn, really? Five? The universe sure has a funny sense of humor, doesn’t it, Love? Or maybe it just hates me. That is also a very real possibility. 

Maybe. But if the universe hated Eddie, then it must hate Steve more for making him continue to live. For giving him other people to love, people to care about, people to force him to not give up. 

Anyways this is how I dealt with it. If you only get five days to have me, I’m going to make sure you know me. Or know who I was at least. One letter a month for the last 12 years, and a bunch of random one off ones from when I was little. Before I lived with Wayne it was kind of catch as catch can with paper and stuff, and I was also like seven, so how many letters do you really want from a seven year old who still can’t spell ‘Difficulty’?

I know how to now, by the way. Mrs. D, Mrs. I, yada yada. Do you ever wonder why all those women are married? I think that’s stupid. Forced conformity, even in our nursery rhymes. 

That joke always made Steve laugh. He’s read this letter so many times it’s starting to come apart at the creases, but it still made him pause and chuckle. 

Anyways. This is yours. Eleven letters a year for twelve years is one hundred and thirty two. Adding in the ones from before, it’s probably around a hundred and fifty. It’s not the same as having me around, but if you spread them out, you might get thirteen years or so before you have to start rereading them. 

Or read them all in one sitting. Do whatever you want. 

Steve had counted. It was one hundred and forty one. He read one new one a night, because every single day they survived seemed like a miracle right now. 

He only had seventy three more left. 

Not like I can stop you, haha. 

That’s probably not as funny to you as I want it to be. Sorry, Love. 

It wasn’t funny. Not in the slightest. Steve wanted Eddie here, wanted him to tell him to wait. He wanted Eddie to write him more letters. 

Oh, I also included a bunch of stuff I thought was too cool to lose, and a mixtape with songs that I wrote for my band. I thought you might want to get to hear my voice. It’s probably stupid, but you don’t have to listen to them if you don’t want to. 

Steve listened to it. They had been forced to scrounge up new batteries for his walkman three times because it kept dying. 

Everything in this box is yours, Wayne has strict instructions to give it to you. And, anything of mine Wayne doesn’t want is for you too.

Wow. A whole trust fund of trailer park trash. Some people leave their soulmates huge inheritances. I left you rocks and pictures and a shit ton of letters. Aren’t you lucky, Love? 

He was lucky. He had seventy three more letters. Seventy three more reasons to survive another day. 

After that…Steve wasn’t sure if he would be lucky anymore. 

Now if you’re good at math- which I hope you are, because I’m terrible at it- then you might be saying to yourself ‘Is my soulmate an idiot? Does he not know there’s twelve months in a year?’ 

No. I’m actually incredibly smart, even though my grades don’t really show it. I rewrite this top of the box letter every year on my birthday, and then I burn the last one. It’s a fun, extremely morbid, tradition. 

I’m 20 today, Love. I wonder how old you are a lot. I hope you’re close to my age at least. Maybe you’re like fifty years older than me, and I meet you when you’re on your deathbed, and that’s why we only have five days. 

They had only gotten five days because Steve hadn’t just taken Eddie and run. He should have just told Eddie to go as far from Hawkins as possible the second he realized. Fuck the rest of the world, fuck stopping the apocalypse. The best part of Steve was already dead. 

Two whole decades, but somehow I’m still in high school. I failed. Again. I wrote a lot about it in my letter last month, so I’m not going to talk about it again. Suffice to say I’m pretty bummed. I mean, c’mon, even Steve Harrington managed to graduate last year, and that guy barely even went to class during senior year. 

That part of the letter always made his stomach turn. He hated the reminder of all the wasted time, the little nudge that always told him it was his fault they barely had any time. 

If he had only looked up. 

Oh, well. This one is it. ‘86 baby! I’d say I want this to be the year I meet you, but I really want to graduate, so maybe hold off for just one more year? Stay wherever you are for just twelve more months, Love, just to be safe. Then I can put a picture of me flipping off my principal in this box for you. I’ll add my diploma in too, just to prove to you I did it. 

Eddie wasn’t going to get a diploma. 

If you wait a year, I’ll give you twelve more letters. So just wait one more year. By then, I think I’ll know what to say to make this better. I’ll know what to do to fill the gap I know you’re going to have. I’ll have something to say that will fix all this. I say that every year, and I never do, but hey, ‘86. 

Nothing anyone said would fix this. Nothing Eddie could write would fill the hole left in Steve’s soul. Nothing. 

I’m sorry. 

I say that every year too. 

Steve didn’t want apologies. He didn’t want letters. He didn’t want a hard to hear voice on a single mixtape. 

He wanted Eddie. 

Well. Happy birthday to me. One more year without meeting you. Eleven more letters. You better be doing something just as nice for me in case it's you that bites it, or I’m bringing your ass back just to kill you again. 

Steve didn’t care if Eddie killed him. Eddie could reappear right now and immediately shoot Steve and he would die happy. He just wanted one more minute. Just a little more time. 

…Wait just a little bit longer. I’ll have better words next year. 

Can you do that for me, Love?

P.S. You should read the first letter I wrote to you, just to appreciate how eloquent and charming I am in this one. 

Eddie called him ‘Love’. Eddie asked him to wait. Eddie wanted to have the right words. He wanted to live long enough to save Steve from his own broken heart.

Steve wishes he had waited.  

#Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steddie #steddie au #steddie soulmate au #tw: major character death #tw: death #stranger things #st #st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things soulmate au #countdown au #Steve and eddie #timer au #Steve and Eddie #Wayne Munson #tw: suicidal ideation #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[ritzy-biscuit]

Link to article:

When your impulsive thoughts win. I don't know what's funnier.

That banana was taped back after getting half eaten.

The "art" sold for $120,000

Another artist tried to copyright the idea of taping fruit to a wall.

#art news #i did laugh though #and the fact that they just replaced it with a fresh banana

[dinooj]

as soon as i set my printer up im gonna print an image out of your profile pictur shaped like a banana and ill duct tape it to my wall

this is a threat 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊

or i can trt to buy a plastic banana and like wrap the image of your profile picture around it and then duct tape it to the wall

HELP??

I lorb this I feel so appreciated

Blue slime for pook

[sigmaleph]

Maurizio Cattelan, a self-described “visual and conceptual artist” and Italian citizen, designed Comedian for the Art Basel Miami art fair in December of 2019. (Def.’s Statement of Material Facts (“SOMF”) ¶¶ 2-3, 18, 20, ECF No. 78; M. Cattelan Decl. dated Mar. 2, 2023 (“Cattelan Decl.”) ¶¶ 3, 14-15, ECF No. 74-1.) Comedian—a banana duct-taped to a wall—was meant to be “simple,” “banal,” and to reflect “absurdity.” (Def.’s SOMF ¶¶ 19-13; Cattelan Decl. ¶¶ 14-16.) Joe Morford, a California citizen who is also a conceptual artist, designed his own banana-duct-taped-to-a-wall work (Banana and Orange) in 2001. (Pl.’s SOMF ¶¶ 1-5, ECF No. 83; J. Morford Decl. dated Mar. 3, 2023 (“First Morford Decl.”) Ex. 1 at 3-5, ECF No. 84-1; Dep. Tr. of J. Morford dated Dec. 9, 2022 (“Morford Dep.”) at 8:16-22, ECF No. 76-1.) The two works are provided below, with Morford’s Banana & Orange (Figure 1) on the left and Cattelan’s Comedian (Figure 2) on the right:

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I would like to have some insightful commentary to make on the nature of copyright or maybe art itself but no. i just think this is funny. some guy taped a banana to a wall, then another guy also taped a banana to a wall, and then the first guy sued the second guy for copyright infringement