It's Steve (now in blog form)

I’d like to take a moment to consider Mr. Hotdog.  Ben and I went to the Rosebowl Swap Meet to dork around a couple of weeks ago and were fortunate enough to come across Mr. Hotdog.  He’s about 3 feet tall, has tennis shoes, and is covering himself with condiments.  It’s probably best to just show him.

Let’s talk about the elements of this piece that I find the most troubling (when I say “troubling” I mean “keeps me up at night because my brain can’t quite process the experience”).

1. Why is his shoe untied?  Is this some sort of commentary on the inevitability of his being caught and consumed? Or is it perhaps a function of the poor craftsmanship of the artist?
2. Is the lower hotdog nub functioning as a third leg (no double entendre intended) or is a hinderance?
3. I’m undecided whether his expression is one of steely determination or resignation to mastication.
4. At $40 I can’t believe I didn’t buy it.

I love you Mr. Hotdog.

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