The Picasso That Was Almost Cut Into 150,000 Pieces

The Picasso That Was Almost Cut Into 150,000 Pieces

Why would Cards Against Humanity do such a thing?

If you haven’t heard of it, Cards Against Humanity is a somewhat bawdy card game that enjoys seeing how far people will go with fun and dark humor. Not only does the manufacturer, Ad Magic Inc, like card games, they like trying large-scale social experiments. For Black Friday last year, they told consumers they could pay $5 and receive nothing, and they made over $70,000. Quite a profit margin, if you consider the fact they didn't have to give anything back in return.

In this social experiment, they decided they would let the public determine the fate of a Picasso artwork that they bought somewhat secretly. The piece that was on the surgical table is called "Tête de Faune, 1982," an original linocut from an edition of 50 prints by Picasso. Either it would be hung in the Art Institute of Chicago or it would be cut into 150,000 pieces and distributed to consumers who bought into Cards Against Humanity’s Eight Sensible Gifts for Hanukkah event.

The statement they released read:

"Today, you are all going to be part of a social experiment.

We've used the money for today's gift to purchase "Tête de Faune," an original 1962 Picasso. You can see a photo of it on the other side of this card.

As one of 150,000 subscribers to our Eight Sensible Gifts for Hanukkah, you now get the chance to vote: should we donate this work to the permanent collection of the Art Institute of Chicago, or should we laser-cut it into 150,000 tiny squares and send you your own scrap of a Picasso?"

- Cards Against Humanity

Perhaps they wanted to subvert the traditional meaning of owning a piece of artwork and truly appreciating it. Maybe they wanted to see if people's selfish interests would get in the way of the preservation of artwork. In this case, those who received a fragment of this masterpiece would not have a full image, but simply a sliver of canvas that Picasso had made art on, once upon a time. By the way, each piece would have measured 0.0035 square inches. They are not the first to think of the shock factor involved with destroying a piece of artwork. We can see other examples of this in contemporary culture, such as the popular TV show "Billy on the Street," or in high art with Ai Weiwei’s dropped vases.

Why is our culture so fascinated with destroying artwork?

Fortunately, people are not as terrible as we believe them to be. A whopping 71.3 percent voted to donate the piece to the Chicago Institute of the Arts, and only 29.7 percent wanted to put it under the blade. Over 50,000 people voted in all.

Did Cards Against Humanity predict this? Were they upset with their findings? I, for one, am quite pleased with this happy ending.

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To the guy that shot my brother...


To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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