I’ve always said that meat-cutting is an art form, but hey, I’m a butcher. My art was made to be consumed. Literally. As in, into the mouth, down to the stomach, and then… well, ‘nuff said.
But there are a few others out there who are approaching meat as different kind of consumable commodity. Fodder for art, to be consumed quite another way.
In Philadelphia, a photographer named Dominic Episcopo has become fascinated by the subliminal signals that meat sends. (Subliminal? Are you nuts, Cole?)
But look at the pictures. They’re from a book about to be published by Episcopo called MEAT AMERICA. And they rock, don’t you think?
PS: Hey Dominic, how about a pig sculpted from sausage, like I used to do?