George Griefy’s surreal images leave alot to the imagination. I can’t tell if their is an awkward sexualization of food some sort of struggle with eating, so instead of talking to him about that I grilled(get it) him on the idea of selling out as an artist. Oh, and he wont eat a cat.
Daddy: Whats your favorite chain restaurant?
George: Any place that serves burgers. I could spend the rest of my life eating burgers.
Daddy: If you were stranded on a deserted island with a cat, would you kill it and eat it if it meant you had a chance to survive? Mind you the cat is cute. Like REALLY cute.
George: It’s more than likely that the cat will eat me first.
Daddy: The girl in the image, is she rising or falling?
George: She’s rising…
Daddy: Why would you want to put your art on the back of an iPhone case?
George: So people can carry it with them all the time or match it with their clothes.
Daddy: Do you think art is the same weather it is displayed on an iPhone case, or in a gallery?
George: Art doesn’t have to do with the way it is displayed rather than the way it speaks to you.
Daddy: What about mass produced for hotels?
George: I don’t really know about it.
Daddy: Did you know that there are art dealers that deal specifically with hotels?
George: Not really.
Daddy: So those shitty pieces of art that are hanging in a Holiday Inn and destroyed by rockstars and get semen all over them, are actually pieces of art specifically chosen for that establishment. How does that make you feel?
George: It feel happy for the rockstar and the person that decided to ejaculate with it.