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Venus remix

Vass Sándor – Boticelli’s Venus remix

gravure printing on toast-bread

1997, Romania

The artist used an older linoleum sheet from a set of older works, which was related to the passing of beauty. The image of Venus is engraved again, this time on toasts.

Hitler toast

Tibitibi – The free spirit

2009, Toronto

images from the artist’s website.

Pub made from bread

Lennie Payne – sculpture of the Rovers Return

2010 feb

Manchester, UK

Soap,bread,pub – they have something in common. The sculpture, was made for the 50th anniversary of Coronation street. It is a replica of the famous Rovers Return pub from the soap.It is made using 135 loaves of bread, 26 crumpets and 24 pancakes. via

Crucifixion

Adam Sheldon – Crucifixion

Made for Anglican Church of St Peter

Great Limber – 2010 Jan.

burned toaster bread

Using his toaster, the artist burned every piece of bread before drying them out and flattening them so they were ready to be positioned in a giant frame. He then spent hours scraping the toast with a knife to create the lighter parts of the image, such as Christ’s halo, and a blow torch to create darker patches. (read more here)

Photo: MASONS

Edible humans

Csurka Eszter – bread-sculpture action

2003. október 19.

Budapesti Õszi Fesztivál / Fogyasztható mûvészet – ZabArt

Várfok Galéria

Photos by Sárközi Csaba

During a whole day, under a tent big pieces of dough are stretched on steel frame shaping mans, womans and children then they are place in furnace to be baked. When the bread persons are baked well the public start to consume step by step, so all what remain are the steel wire frames.

It can be interpreted as a human being, who has a rigid frame covered with this living hot material – bread. It has it’s on life till it is consumed by itself.

At the same time it can be viewed as a relation between sacred and profane, between the artwork as creation and the consumer who eagerly wants to own everything if is possible inside him. After destruction he realizes what have he done.

The text is translated by me from Encz Sarolta’s text written in Balkon – contemporary art magazine Hungary