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Updated: 10/20/2005

rody's nudes

In verbungle.com's first foray into the art world, we examine the photography of the early 21st century artist known as "Rody" and his comparative study of male and female nudes.  Working with only his digital camera/phone, Rody creates a world in which the two genders become one, offering a stark commentary on the hypersexualized cultural climate of our times.

***I thought everyone would get a big kick out of this stuff, but mostly I think people were creeped out.  Not sure if this helps, but these are all pictures of my fingers, except one, which is my knee.

street art: the finger, pt. 2

My office is located in a shitty neighborhood.  I say that with a great deal of authority, because the streets around our workplace are actually lined with feces -- equine, canine, and most definitely humine.  We are right up against the west side of Manhattan.  As we walk east to go get our lunch everyday, we encounter so many disgusting objects that we have created little games to make the trip more bearable.  As we are dodging huge shit-piles, we will play "Dog or Human?"  We also do used-condom counts -- I think we've seen close to ten on one block when the weather is warm and the lovin' is easy.  We once saw the box for a giant vibrator called "The Rabbit."  Rats and crazy people and incredibly foul odors -- we are on the cutting edge of unpleasantness.  But today, as we strolled back from a peaceful pizza lunch, something caught my eye.  Have a look and draw your own conclusions.

Fig. 1

Fig. 2

Yes, it sure fucking looked like a severed human finger, possibly wrapped in some bloody gauze.  And before you ask, yes I used my digital camera to snap these shots.  My boss and my co-worker and I were just mesmerized.  We stood around the thing for about 5 minutes, trying to figure out for sure what it was.  When we finally left, a man who had seen us studying the thing approached us and said, "That's a human finger, isn't it?"  When we said, yeah, we think so, he was like, "I knew I wasn't crazy."  When we got back to the office and shared our news and photos, a few people were shocked that we hadn't called the police.  We had actually thought about it for a minute, but we weren't really sure what it was, and it seemed no more criminal in nature than the rest of the detritus on those sidewalks.  Some other people eventually went back to have a look, and the object had been tampered with and now sort of just looked like a tube-shaped piece of bloody gauze.  The "nail" had disappeared.   And bloody gauze just isn't news in our neck of the woods.  As my boss pointed out, "We stopped taking pictures of shit years ago."