Indeed, the humble pig is now a part of this, "live art performance involving a naked woman cradling a dead pig for four hours."
Sheer genius. We love modern artists and the Special Pleading of the galleries that show them.
The "artist" O'Reilly calls the performance:
…a slow crushing dance with a pig for one person at a time. …The work left me with an undercurrent of pigginess, unexpected fantasies of mergence and interspecies metamorphoses began to flicker into my consciousness.
All I can say is WTF? Literally, a LAME claim.
Maybe I can become a modern "live" artist. I might exhume a few graves and do the tango with various corpses. Or maybe some break-dancing. My show will be a little more up-tempo and lively than hers - Weekend at Bernie's style. I'll call my performance:
…a laugh a minute gag-fest of marionette style dancing with a corpse, for as many people as I can charge to watch it.
Then again, I've got a real job, so I don't qualify as an artist, as a PETA rep says:
As Miss O'Reilly seems to depend on the shock of using a murdered pig as a prop, perhaps lacking the talent to make it as a proper artist, may we suggest she take up a day job instead to pay the bills.
Apparently she got the idea for using an old dead sow in her art when looking in a mirror.
Via J. F. Beck.