Art in the form of Peeps

Peeps are animal shaped marshmallowy sorta food items thought to contain nothing but sugar and some odd chemicals. I didn't know what they were until a year ago when the Riverfront Art Center advertised for art pieces made using Peeps. These Peeps come in a number of Eastery animal shapes including, chicks, bunnies but none of Jesus---which I found odd. Jesus Peeps would be, like, so epic, but maybe some sort of sacrilege. I'd have to have a Jesus Peep. There are some rather human shapes, maybe bunnies, but rather anthropomorphic, that could be costumed like the dudes at the last supper and Jesus---oh, that one woman was there too.

Anyway the idea was to make an art object out of Peeps, an art object that could make a statement, or imitate life, or just be clever, or maybe a play on words. Last year Ann and I did a Mona Peep painting for the Louvre. The head of the Mona was an actual Peep but the rest was a rather striking painting Ann did. We thought it was cool.

This year we did a Lambeau Peep which featured a football-playing Peep jumping into the stands celebrating a score, much like our Greenbay Packers did this year as we kicked some serious ass on the way to the Super bowl. The only modification to the piece that did not ring true was that fact Ann insisted on having two quarterbacks on the field and one of them had to have the number 7. She had to honor John Elway, the greatest quarterback ever.

However, most impressive was one much in the vain of this years sad political situation where we had our state taken over by some kryptofascist and as a result we now have a never-ending caravan of protest over dubious jackass political stunts.

Sure to the cause, we had a Peep show that featured the state capitol surrounded by a vast crowd of protesting Peeps. Many carried signs and entire scene emanated the struggle of working man----but they were working Peeps.

There were no Jesus setups featuring stone rolling or crucifixes, which was disappointing because there is potential there and, if I am not mistaken, is what Easter is about---even though Easter was a pagan God---I'm not sure how that all works out even after my years at the monastery---or was it a convent. Next year.