July 4, 2012

At the Square Vortex Café...

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... you can get sucked right in.

28 comments:

Palladian said...

George, in honor of the holiday.

I've done quite a few images of Presidents, in fact.

edutcher said...

That thing will suck you in if you get too close.

PS George is good - inspired, and most of the others make the original images live a bit more.

Old Hickory is a tad too dark and grainy IMHO, but I like the idea of using a deguerrotype (sp?) rather than a painting.

Palladian said...

Jackson was a very dark & grainy man.

edutcher said...

Hmmm,

The one photo I've seen of him was lighter in tone; I guess I'm used to the paintings of him that always give him the air of a drawn saber.

I suppose if you wanted to do him in terms of his life with Rachel Donelson, your view would be quite valid.

Even at the end of his life, though, he was still a vital man. James Polk was, after all, part of the Jackson machine.

Not knocking your work, just making an observation.

mesquito said...

Poor Mead. Dragged to another stupid art gallery.

Ann Althouse said...

Meade was not with me. Nor was I alone.

jungatheart said...

The way the woman's positioning and clothing colors mirror the picture is effective.

traditionalguy said...

My guess would be a Martian picture window's view of the sky.

So that's what Martians look like. And notice the weighted boots to assist her with weak gravity.

Or maybe it's just an A&W Rootbeer drive-in in rural Oregon, complete with a server.

mesquito said...

Meade was not with me. Nor was I alone

Okay, Professor. I'm just watching out for my homeboy.

madAsHell said...

What the hell has she on her feet??
Bride of Frankenstein boots?

bagoh20 said...

Palladian, Your Zachary Taylor is gonna get you in trouble for inciting violence.

coketown said...

Broth, in honor of the holiday.

I've done quite a few images of cans, in fact. I just haven't uploaded them.

ndspinelli said...

Woman in shorts..a visual affront.

Carnifex said...

Hope everyones 4th was better than mine was. Up at 3 am to pick corn with my son-in-law, and then selling off the truck 'till it's gone. Usually about 3 pm. In hundred degree weather. 2 days of that, get to come home for today, and the damn circuit breaker goes. It's and old, odd sized one, and I can't get a replacement till the shop opens up. But I get to pick more corn for 2 more days...something to look forward to. Like a CJ Roberts ruling.

Oh...Stop by, say hi, and buy some corn. It's hand picked, and actually quite full. He's been irrigating it, no one else here has (*cough*Amish*cough*). We're located just in front of the Larue County High school, across the street from the McDonalds.(those are directions Kentucky style)

MadisonMan said...

(those are directions Kentucky style)

Rhode Island style directions: Just down the road from where the Gas Station used to be.

Guildofcannonballs said...

Definition of PETARD
1
: a case containing an explosive to break down a door or gate or breach a wall
2
: a firework that explodes with a loud report
See petard defined for English-language learners »
Origin of PETARD
Middle French, from peter to break wind, from pet expulsion of intestinal gas, from Latin peditum, from neuter of peditus, past participle of pedere to break wind; akin to Greek bdein to break wind
First Known Use: 1598

Chip Ahoy said...

Stupid square post modernistic painting, your dumb little untalented post modernistic kids could make it, that doesn't do anything at all.

Chip Ahoy said...

It's the bilabial plosive 'pe' + turd like 'tard' that makes the innocent word so doggone funny.

You're to visualize an individual attack against a castle wall. Parf. Skirt blows up. The explosion went bad.

Carnifex said...

@Madison man

Truth is, I coulda' just said across the street from the McDonalds. They only got the one. :-)

My sister-in-law has the only beauty/barbershop in Magnolia. It's part of the gas station/grocery store/restaurant.

God, An Original A-hole said...

Okay, so that it two green squares-- means GO!-- on red background...

Yes, I see that it is VAGINAL.

And I appreciate Palladian's portraits, 'cept forAndrew Jackson, who I think he portrayed in the most negative light possible... I would ask "Why?", but I don't really care.

...because this is Althouse's blog, not Palladian's. And she presents something that my friend-in-past-life, Georgia O'Keefe, could certainly relate to.

And all I want to say is that I see it. It is there. It is a vagina. Photographed with the woman in front of the painting, it obtains additional lesbian overtones... the observer... the woman, observing the vagina...

And so???!!!

leslyn said...

(those are directions Kentucky style)

Wisconsin style would be:

"Turn at the Old Country Dam."
(Later) "I couldn't find it."
"Oh, that's because they took it out 20 years ago."

I had that conversation once.

Reminds me of other country Wisconsin directions:
"Turn at the old Anderson farm." (Andersons haven't lived there for 30 years and it's no longer a farm.)

"I found these at The Little House." (Is there a big house?)

Slightly off this topic: My favorite Wisconsin Indian tribe is the Lac Court Oreilles Band of Lake Superior Chippewa. Pronounced: "la-coo-da-ray" and said very fast, like it's all one word.

Luke Lea said...

Where does the art begin?

Dante said...

I read a book "The Story of Art," which was meant for high school students, by E. H. Gombrich. I read it cover to cover, carefully, and had the experience of going to France and seeing a lot of what he had discussed.

What he described about art had power, and meaning. Art is a way of conveying ideas and feelings, and maybe even a kind of observational method akin to science.

This latest stuff, impulse stuff, simply doesn't do anything. Oh, maybe people pretend its interesting, like a screwball supreme court justice idiotic ruling, but it's stupid and vapid nonetheless.

Palladian said...

Oh, maybe people pretend its interesting, like a screwball supreme court justice idiotic ruling, but it's stupid and vapid nonetheless.

Or maybe, just maybe, you're the stupid and vapid one...

Saint Croix said...

Palladian, I like your stuff a lot. Your Van Buren seems so corrupt it sent me to wikipedia to check him out.

Your Hayes is awesome.

Now I'm looking at your other stuff. This one jumped out at me. I also like this, this, this, this and this. And this one too.

Steve Koch said...

I was walking my dog Tex this morning on the frizbee course that is in the woods very close to my house. In the last couple of days I've seen a fawn that was so young it had not yet even got its balance, a coyote, and lots of full grown deer.

Tex is not a big dog (miniature schnauzer) but he has a lot of heart and energy. I usually don't put a leash on him when we are in the woods so he can run around wherever his nose leads him.

I'm admiring the wildness of the woods when all of a sudden Tex comes tearing past me with a huge owl in pursuit. The owl is flying low and already has his legs/talons in the forward position to attack Tex. Instinctively I lunge to my right to stop the owl from hurting Tex. Fortunately my arms are not long enough to reach the owl (his talons would surely have shredded my arms) but the walking stick I'm holding is long enough to sort of trip the owl in mid air.

I try to keep the owl off balance to give Tex enough time to escape. Tex hears me yelling at the owl, sees that I'm struggling with the owl and roars back to my defense. The owl gets his talons on Tex but Tex's thick coat of fur protects him just enough until the owl decides that discretion is the better part of valor.

I was planning on giving Tex a haircut so that he would be cooler in the summer heat. Good thing for Tex that he was still a shaggy dog.

Conserve Liberty said...

For Pete's sake get over the human sexual anatomy references. The artist is just playing with your rods and cones.

tiger said...

One of the bigger jokes perpetuated upon the public is duChamps' comment that 'Art is what (the artist) says it is'.

Thus we have his urinal sculpture leading fairly directly to a crucifix in a jar of piss.