The challenge: teams of two, given a concept of two opposing words; heaven and hell, male and female, order and chaos, and they each have to produce a piece based on one of the words. Not a bad idea for a challenge. Of course it's closer to Pictionary than anything to do with art, but what the hell, right? It's reality TV.
The guest judge:

Still, his work is interesting enough:


The winning pieces:

Let's rant for a moment, shall we?



Really, fuckers? Really? You know, if you agree to be a judge on a reality show, you figure out pretty quickly (if you're not told outright) that you're playing a fictional character who makes semi-fictional decisions. And hey, we're fine with that. Some of our favorite TV viewing moments came from watching fictional characters make semi-fictional decisions. Hell, we started a blog about it. But here's the thing, reality show judges: there's a point of what-the-fuckery at which you're in danger of ruining your own reputation in your chosen field.
Those frigging judges have been creaming themselves all over these two all season and it finally reached embarrassing levels. Jackie rips her clothes off while demurely telling the camera what a private person she is (HA!) and Miles coldly manipulates everyone around him and produces yet another Bob the Builder lumber piece. Winners!
Jerry Saltz, we are calling you out, Princess. You're every bad cliche everyone secretly believes about the art world wrapped up in one person: fawning, pretentious, and tragically born without a bullshit detector. Sure the other judges over-praise OCDouche, but you've been practically swooning over his act.
But soft! Jerry had an epiphany watching this episode:
"For weeks, viewers have complained that Miles is “playing the judges.” I never noticed this in person — until this week. Just after guest judge Ryan
Total disgust! So disgusted, he declared him the winner!
Seriously, Jerry? It took you until now to realize the blinking bullshit factory was perhaps not the most sincere person in the world? What impressive people skills.

Although we have to admit, the eye-brow wiggling at the camera as he gleefully discussed his master plan to get Jaclyn to take her clothes off was pretty fucking disconcerting.
As for Jaclyn, we're sorry, we're just gonna say it: she's a mess. That's not exactly a detriment to an artist, but last night proved all over again that she has little to say in her work and constantly looks for someone to tell her what to do. So how much do you want to bet the final decision will come down to these two, the blinking bullshit artist and the artist who has nothing to say beyond "Look at my tits!" or "I get uncomfortable when you look at my tits!"
Mark (Eliminated) and Peregrin:

In fact, the only way this could have been more literal is if Mark had Jesus flying around his head and Peregrine had found some way to work Hitler into hers.






We feel for Mark, because we thought every single thing that came out of the judges mouths was a torrent of bullshit, but it's not like we can defend his work. It never really spoke to us and this last piece was the worst yet. And besides,

Abdi and Nicole:







[Screencaps: projectrungay.blogspot.com - Photo Credit: BravoTV.com]
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