Says Meade, critiquing my step stool.
I defend myself: "It's Pollockesque. I don't know that I did that painting walls. That maybe happened down in the studio. That might be gesso."
November 12, 2013
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Somebody'd pay top dollar for that.
I saw a busker in the subway this morning who had pants painted like that. Who paints pants like that?
Did you paint that that way on purpose, or is it just the result of a drippy paintbrush when you were painting something else?
Forget the pics of the stool post pics of you paint covered.
You could get a new one by using the Althouse Amazon portal.
Is that thing safe?
When you step off, don't you get an awful lot of paint on the floor?
Just stick to your story.
Are you redoing that room? Th plate is off the outlet and the baseboard is off he wall.
"Did you paint that that way on purpose, or is it just the result of a drippy paintbrush when you were painting something else?"
Meade's question is referring to skill at painting walls and ceilings. The stool is evidence of poor skill (in his book).
"Are you redoing that room? Th plate is off the outlet and the baseboard is off he wall."
The baseboard has been off since the floor was installed last summer. Leaving them off was a step in this painting job that's happening now.
See, if you're being an artist, slathering canvases, it's plausible that your in some sort of passionate frenzy, and disregarding the flying droplets is a virtue.
Well, that's the question someone will ask fifty years from now: is this folk art, or just some junk from Goodwill?
And perhaps they'll ponder what (if anything) that question says about the state of the art world?
It's not flat enough.
Did you plug that hole yet?
(referring to the disused A/C unit)
More than once, Mead has reminded me of my father.
As a teen, I was a voracious slob when I'd eat dinner at the family table.
When I'd get up from the table, my father would look down at my chair seat littered with food scraps and say, "no wonder you leave the table still hungry."
Thanks, Meade, for the memory and the laugh.
Pollock's stuff is fractal (it looks the same at any scale), somebody has noticed.
Cut out a piece of it and blow it up to the original size and it looks the same, roughly stated.
Who paints like that?"
If you dribble the paint on a toilet seat the feminist metaphor will be obvious to all.
Put it up for bid on Ebay.
Ann Althouse said...
See, if you're being an artist, slathering canvases, it's plausible that your in some sort of passionate frenzy, and disregarding the flying droplets is a virtue.
Yeah. Well, wash that thing. It's dangerous they way it is now.
Pollock in the backyard this morning.
Are Pollock jokes impolitic?
I have the matching radio, used during numerous paintings.
The step ladder is good but it makes me nervous, being on that nice floor. I think you should put it on a canvas and frame the canvas and call it 3-D Printing and sell it for enough to get a new one .
"Yeah. Well, wash that thing. It's dangerous they way it is now"
That's ancient paint.
I'm with Tim Maquire (11:21) -- if you had submitted it to art show without any inkling that it was accidental, I think you'd have gotten a pretty decent offer. In your shoes I'd have asked $400, at least.
"It's Pollockesque."
Like fish sticks?
After deKooning died, his estate sought to sell the seats of a three-hole outhouse he splattered paint on.
Looks like it might be bird poop, too.
Showed this post to wife after dinner. She says $4000 at a minimum.
The stool is evidence of poor skill (in his book).
Au contraire. The paint on that stool is quite intentional, I'm willing to bet, and in my opinion quite well done.
Ann Althouse said...
"Yeah. Well, wash that thing. It's dangerous they way it is now"
That's ancient paint.
OK
Put a planter on it and call it kitsch.
The Elder said...
"Looks like it might be bird poop, too."
Exactly. Where are we - Rome?
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