The magazine Time Out New York reported in September on the “artistic palettes” of the Sprinkle Brigade of artists who dress up dog droppings on New York City streets with glittering candy bits and colorful toothpicks, for “urban beautification.”
What I want to know is why they didn’t just scoop it up.
I don’t think someone stepping in beautified poop will be any more pleased than when they step in plain Jane poop.
British performance artist Ian Thorley, working on grants from several local councils, did a week’s stint on an Ashington street in October, stepping onto and off a doormat while wearing a badge identifying him as a government doormat tester.
Council members approved this? Didn’t they see the irony in their decision?
![The One About Dumb People Dying [HD]](http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51cjfwDTCLL._SL75_.jpg "The One About Dumb People Dying [HD]")
I’ve always tried to earn m way as a performance artist but maybe I should start testing doormats for grant money?