Warday

Well, this is probably it. The day we start dropping bombs. And, hey, Happy St. Patrick's day. May the Lord protect those caught in harm's way.

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I'm not typically a fan of the grotesque. I think it is characteristically the result of too much navel gazing, meaning not enough walks in the sunshine or laughing it up with friends. It is an affliction of the spoiled, in two senses of the term: spoiled by having too much, or spoiled (ruined) by extensive trauma. Only the latter has an excuse.

Sometimes though, grotesquery is the wrapper for beauty. Think of David Lynch's better films, Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive, and The Elephant Man, and I think you might see what I'm getting at.

Joe Sorren's grotesques have an odd sort of beauty. Make sure you hit the archives, too. (Via Dooce.com)