In the 1990s, Shanabrook, who spent his youth working at a chocolate factory, went to morgues in Russia and the US and made molds from the fatal wounds of anonymous people, cast dark chocolate pieces, placing them into luxury chocolate boxes. The series of works, which Shanabrook described as "very close to the edge, the forbidden place for artists," are essentially representations of death or what one critic called "bonbons of mortality."
More images here.
Thank you, Andrea, for forwarding this amazing link.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Chocolate Carnage
Labels:
2006,
chocolate,
food,
mortal wounds,
mother's day gift
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It'll look even cooler after half of them are squished by someone looking for the caramels.
Word: lerifism. Sounds like a good name for a movement. Maybe I'll start one.
dude! : D
No mommy, don't give me any candy! I'll be good!
Mothers Day Gift!?!? AHHAHAHHAHHA! Fab.
And the bit about the caramels... so true. Gooey cherry cordials all oozy. And nuts in the finger ones.
Dried apricots.
Thanks again, Andrea. : )
i love the photos of "slapped in the face until your sh*t turns red". looks like his head is exploding!
I wonder what flavor the ear is?
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