In these cold weeks before and after New Year presents and festivities – dinners because of Christmas, parties to celebrate the start of another year – seem to be the main thing in life.
An artist who is constantly rebelling against such abundance is Paul McCarthy (Salt Lake City, 1945). Would he go underground during this period? Or would he be a refugee in a country without Christmas, but with higher temperatures?
Personally I am not that big a fan of Christmas. If it wasn’t for being ill, I would certainly know where to spend this time of year. Continue reading →