If I dood it, I get a whippin' ... I dood it!
It's easy to make fun of fundamentalist Christian aesthetics, but they don't have a monopoly on bad taste -- there are just a lot of them out there. But I think one ought to notice the same lapses everywhere, including the village-atheist material that recycles nineteenth-century freethinkers' mistakes and irrationality, or gay males' bad taste. And yes I agree that good taste is in the eye of the beholder, but I'm the beholder here, okay?
So a gay neopagan Facebook friend posted the above image today, helping out an artist whose work he likes. Artwork, along with animal rescue material, constitutes a lot of what he posts there, and many of the works he touts are, in my opinion, beautiful. Not this one. I feel just a bit bad about mocking it, which is why I'm not linking to the source. (If you disagree and think it's lovely and want to contact the artist to order a purple pentacle of your own, send me e-mail and I'll reply with a link. I won't mock you. To each his or her own. But I still think it's tacky.)
