Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Guggenheim Trademark, the Quest Continues...
Sloth, the more I look at this logo you submitted the more positive I am that the Guggenheim should have this as their advertising character. Yes, The hat and the beer foam can be modified to look like Bilbao and the 5th Ave building respectively... but perfect are the tears representing the animal soul in all of us, moved by the true work of art which is but a shadow of the divineblablabla, also the struggle of working artists like myself who end most days crying into a beer.
# posted by Corny @ 8:24 AM 
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Yes to this image and all of Sloth's spectacular finds. The crying dog is a mascot for all of us - small, gender-neutral, with soft ears and crying eyes, mildly accessorized, waiting to be numbed in one way or another.
The eyes are very human-looking. They are beseeching. They are filled with longing.
# posted by 
: 9:55 AM
: 9:55 AM
The divineblablabla! Ohmygod Corny, you have revealed the name that Sloth has been seeking without even knowing it. thank you.
The penis is removable, it is true. It has been verified. An actual sculpture from the Gugg in Venice would certainly make sense for a logo. Sloth salutes daniel for his choice.
Artist: King Missile
Song: Detatchable Penis
After a few hours of searching the house and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St.Mark' Place where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
Song: Detatchable Penis
After a few hours of searching the house and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St.Mark' Place where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
# posted by : 10:18 PM
: 10:18 PM
Funny, this is the exact painting I chose to have as my desktop image here at the beige world after viewing Sloth's awesome post of thrift art websites. It's perfect for their trademark. Pure genius.
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