Vincent Fecteau: The Fairy's Hole

“Welcome to my show,” Vincent says. 

“Your show?” Wilma Flintstone says.

“You did this?” Betty Rubble says.

“We’re going home, Wilma,” Fred Flintstone bellows, barging into the gallery, Barney Rubble behind him. “There’s nothing here but a bunch of fruity-tooty – hey, who’s this guy?”

“This is Vincent Fecstone,” Wilma says. “He’s a famous artist, like Robert Rockenberg or Jasperite Johns.” 

“This is art?” Fred roars. “This is crazy-coloured rock!” He stands in front of a Fecstone. A stone sculpture shaped like all different shapes: a slope on a column with a curve coming out from a corner that’s collapsed. It’s bright blue. “Rocks don’t look like this! I’m a quarryman – I’ve lifted a lot of rocks!”

“I’ve lifted a lot of rocks, too,” lisps the plinth, which is a tortoise.

 The Flintstones cartoon never featured an artist named Vincent Fecstone; he’s my creation, a caricature of the American sculptor Vincent Fecteau.

The Flintstones never featured an art museum; Bedrock’s Art Museum is based on Chicago’s Art Institute. In 2008, Fecteau showed a clutch of new work at the Institute; I met him for the first time there. Matthew Marks Gallery in New York is showing the sculptures again this autumn, from September 10 to October 24.


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