TigerEatsCow

We’re so glad you asked. We don’t really know.

We’re so glad you asked. We don’t really know. Dadaism is an early 19th century art movement that was anti-art. Disaffected and freaked the fuck out by the horrors of World War 1, a group of artists came together and made weird shit together – protesting war, capitalism, and the modern world in the process. Neo-Dadaism refers to absurdist art that is both playful and ridiculous (and sometimes protested classist art ideas that the uberwealthy subscribed to). Neo-Neo Dadaism is a movement we have named to categorize our work: often ridiculous, often playful, often critiquing capitalism, war, and neoliberalism. Like, imagine yourself laughing at the pain. Imagine humor as a recipe for cope. But with like, so much neurodivergence sprinkled into it. That’s us.

As bitches who read Edward Said, Judith Butler, Claudia Jones, and bell hooks for fun, we are staunchly anti-war, anti-imperialist, and anti-capitalist. We subscribe to both the ridiculousness of Dadaism in the chance and spontaneity we embrace with our artwork, and we subscribe to absurdism, i.e. the idea that there is no real meaning, so what the heck, do whatever you want. We also ascribe to themes of liberation – so that means fat liberation, anti-carceral feminism, and the ideas that care and community are way better than punishment and cruelty. In this way Neo-Neo Dadaism, to us, means both inserting political themes and learnings in our art, and being experimentative, dark, and/or creepy at the core. We believe in punching Nazis and billionaires, and we believe the best way to interact with MAGA Republicans is to laugh in their faces. Lastly, we believe in curiosity, and support a lifelong of learning – about the world, the people in it, and about ourselves. 

How did you get the name “Tiger Eats Cow”?

LOL. We took one move from the Dadaist book of “choosing a random as shit name” and just decided on Tiger Eats Cow. Does it mean anything? Does it mean nothing? You decide, bb!

What will I find on this chaotic corner of the internet?

Sometimes we post art. Sometimes we post short stories. Sometimes we post excruciating works of stream of consciousness. We embrace our inner subconscious. If you consume what we put out and think, “damn, are they ok?” the answer is yes: that’s what the meds are for!