NEW TALENT UPDATE: Chicago’s O ushers in a new “dimension.” Literally.

Pens and charcoal pencils down, readers. All eyes on the teacher. The landscape is shifting underneath our shiny, well-heeled wingtips. And no, I’m not talking about CHANGE (which has crushingly yet somewhat predictably given way to PARTISAN). I’m referring to a sizeable development in my neck of the woods – the heavily unstable albeit massively medicated art world. And it all begins with a nose. By eschewing the traditional dot and/or the common practice of bypassing the beezer altogether and rendering the human nose in three-dimensions, O has shattered expectations of the genre and supplied the DNA for the most exciting revolution since cubism. “Just like the world, the nose is not flat,” said the artist when reached for comment -- fitting words from an explorer standing on the brink of a new world. And while the tennis ball eyes and collagen-enhanced lips show promise, the chunky digits and wispy, juvenile body speak to a work in progress. Rome wasn’t built in a day, my friends. But if I’m in charge of the Senate, O gets the general contract.