For Less than $10, the DIA Will Inspire and Engage!

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For year two of the Detroit Institute of Arts’ “Let Yourself Go” rebrand, Perich Advertising + Design tapped Head Gear Animation/Toronto to produce two spots:

o In “Son of Hatman,” Hatman takes his son to the museum. Seeing the art makes them part of it.

I once saw a Tales from the Darkside episode with a similar premise: a guy on the lam runs into a museum and prays to be hidden inside a peaceful painting of a fisherman. But because he spends his prayertime looking at a picture of Jesus being crucified, that’s where God puts him. Oh, horrors.

o In “Thinker,” a stumped writer leaps off his perch and hits the DIA for inspiration.

Writer’s block hurts, and while I’m sure forking over $8 to see other people’s masterpieces must help, I find it hard to believe he didn’t try drinking first. It’s the path of least resistance. Cheaper, too.

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