Before I came along, artists, being naturally humble folk, shrank in the face of the game’s glory. Surely, they thought, only a true genius can capture the beauty of cricket.
A space large emerged only occupiable by a fish with a particularly awesome girth. It was time for AYALAC.
Now AYALAC has merged art and cricket into the international artform we enjoy today, Michael Vaughan has now tried his hand at it.
He has an interesting technique, based on Jackson Pollock’s method of paying local tramps to through balls at him, Vaughan refines the American artist’s sexual party games by hitting the balls at plan canvases.
The result is one of earth-shattering, spell-binding, thought-provoking, life-changing, premature baby-inducing beauty.
Vaughan has claimed that these pieces have been received well. Although people are sceptical when they here of a Northerner trying to be creative, says Vaughan,
"But then they see the finished works and they say, 'Shit!'”
And then they, he claims, they go on to add,
“'...they're actually good!' It really takes them aback, which is great. Almost everyone who's seen them has been hugely surprised."
Surprise is the first gate through the path of beauty. The second is having loads of freetime brought about by unexpected redundancy.
So, what do we think?
Don’t give up your day job.
Oh wait, YOU DON’T HAVE ONE.
1 comment:
On the one hand, it's useless. On the other, it's conclusive evidence he's hitting it well in th... oh you know the rest.
See how he's subtly setting his ballstriking before the nation?
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