Folkert De Jong's Gott Mins Uns (In God We Trust) is a stange exhibit I saw while walking home from work at 1 in the morning... Apparently, it's "...an allegory of pathological male violence, explicated in sculptural figures playing out the rituals of war... De Jongs narrative begins with a solider taking photographs of a number of other uniformed soliders who are seated on, standing on, and around traditional looking museum-style oval sofa. The figures are observing, urinating on, and defacing icons of modern works of art..." Aww yeah, full of fudge splashes and what looks like melted butter, it made for quite the eye opener to my sluggish night...

.:: Mr. V in NYC ::.