Is abortion artist Aliza Shvarts really crazy, or is her fancy Ivy League school simply trying to avert a major PR disaster by pretending she's not? Yesterday, the Yale '08 announced that for her senior art project, she got herself knocked up, induced a bunch of miscarriages via "herbal abortificients" (whatever those are), and then smeared the resulting blood/dead baby mixture over some cubes she planned on hanging from a gallery ceiling.
Oh, and there's videotape!