Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Kitsch is like catnip for me. I'm drawn to this wonderful stuff the way bugs circle lightbulbs on hot summer nights. I know I'll get zapped once I make contact, but it's just so irresistible in a Twinkie kind of way - full of empty calories and a drop in blood sugar, but that first bite, that first rush of processed sugar is so satisfying...if it only lasted. So I might regret this posting - I make no claim to high art - but here are some statues that dotted the grounds of a hotel in Bardstown, Kentucky, that I slept in on Saturday night, while working on a long term project in the state.