Abraham Chen
Second contender from CCA. I found the whole thing unexpectedly endearing – I think it was the shape of each individual McNugget. I’ve never considered the possibility that each nugget might have its own personality, but after seeing those grease stains, I am touched. And disgusted. But then not, since it is a proven fact that McNuggets will never decay.
He also had a sealed hanging bag made of paper and containing what looked to be a pound or two of McNuggets, and a grid of themnailed to a board, but there is something very hilarious and sad about those nugget pockets – like a prolific mutant kangaroo with an attachment to cuddling deformed proto-babies. Upon reflection, there is something very aborted and alive about those nuggets that makes me all sympathetic yet cringe-y. (Another Cards Against Humanity moment here – the “Lots and lots of abortions” card…)
He also had, in the back corner of his studio, a mysterious little printout of texts. I couldn’t get a good picture since it was really stuck in a tight corner, but if you can read them, it is pretty intense. I’m aching for a back story here. Death conveyed by text is just so modern and surreal. And a print-out of texts – so casual and voyeuristic. I wonder if it is real…
Either way, I like the idea of someone thinking about mortality and grief and then deciding to work in the medium of chicken McNuggets. Jumping jacks!