“Yes, yes it does suggest that some people imagine depth and value in mundane things.”
I’m not trying to be churlish when I point out that there is great depth and value in mundane things. That means I’m a grateful and joyous person, not a Philistine.
The finish line is an abstraction. There’s no official finish. I’m remembering some line some painter supposedly said…. It’s finished when I run out of paint. Se fini never anticipated the sequel.
Hmm. I was at the deYoung Sunday. You sure there isn't a portal between Meadhouse and San Francisco?
Actually, what an I thinking? The deYoung would never allow such good lighting. Most of the galleries were so dimly lit I could not make out the art. Also, the (new) building itself is depressing on the inside, and looks like a Star Wars First Order command base on the outside.
It's pretty, but as with so many artists, the initial positive response to your work has led you to simply repeat yourself. Time to think outside of the box. Break down a few walls. Have the fox stuffed and stuff it into the hole.
In the top one, we're in a star's orbit, replenishing our fuel cells. The white line is a solar flare. No worries, if hit our ship is designed to absorb the energy.
We have yellow walls, not as bright as that photo, but definitely yellow. My very status oriented son wants us to paint it gray. I will not show him this picture.
I'm confused. IS this art or is it unfinished drywall? There is no context so I can't tell. Are the photos from an art gallery? That would add some context but would not be definitive.
Isn't it lovely that we are made with a capacity to see and enjoy beauty, and that so much of what the best memory of people appreciate we beautiful is the same? A sunrise, a vista, a flower, an opal?
So many things with little or no survival value (I left out "a mother and child" above to make this point) that we nevertheless generally agree are beautiful. (I also used "we are made" purposefully.)
The hard part is getting the corners to look clean and square.
I have developed a real appreciation for the skills of drywall finishers over the years while taking on projects that looked like they were going to be simple.
My son once bought a house with every wall covered in Henri Rousseau style jungle paintings, painted directly on the wall. It had been owned by some eccentric foreigner. After living there several years he went to sell it and couldn't. He had to paint over all that art. I thought it was a shame.
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36 comments:
Accidently intriguing.
Isn't this just proof that modern abstract art is really just a crappy paint job?
I see a kitten with a ball of yarn in its paws.
Trouble picking a color?
HBtpfH wrote: "...modern abstract art is really just a crappy paint job?"
Yes, yes it does suggest that some people imagine depth and value in mundane things.
https://nypost.com/2015/10/27/modern-art-exhibit-mistaken-for-trash-and-thrown-away/
https://www.theguardian.com/global/shortcuts/2015/oct/27/modern-art-is-rubbish-why-mistaking-artworks-for-trash-proves-their-worth
Since the walls of your house are now a gallery of intriguing works of art, surely you will leave them that way. Right?
"Isn't this just proof that modern abstract art is really just a crappy paint job?"
As in all things, some of it is, some of it isn't.
I have no problem with people who like it. Ya like what ya like. I just don't.
For me, If it looks like the bottom of a trash can... no thanks.
I want some baseline skill going on.
“Yes, yes it does suggest that some people imagine depth and value in mundane things.”
I’m not trying to be churlish when I point out that there is great depth and value in mundane things. That means I’m a grateful and joyous person, not a Philistine.
As in all things, some of it is, some of it isn't.
The unintended consequence of a purposeful intention. Seeing something in nothing.
It goes on and on like that. A rabbit hole? An appropriation?
The finish line is an abstraction. There’s no official finish. I’m remembering some line some painter supposedly said…. It’s finished when I run out of paint. Se fini never anticipated the sequel.
Hmm. I was at the deYoung Sunday. You sure there isn't a portal between Meadhouse and San Francisco?
Actually, what an I thinking? The deYoung would never allow such good lighting. Most of the galleries were so dimly lit I could not make out the art. Also, the (new) building itself is depressing on the inside, and looks like a Star Wars First Order command base on the outside.
what's the title? Wisconsin/January?
Cant wait for February.
Unfinished could mean the wall is naked, and there’s a range of possibilities to dress’m up.
Abstract porn.
The top photo is great. Shame to paint over it.
It's pretty, but as with so many artists, the initial positive response to your work has led you to simply repeat yourself. Time to think outside of the box. Break down a few walls. Have the fox stuffed and stuff it into the hole.
In the top one, we're in a star's orbit, replenishing our fuel cells. The white line is a solar flare. No worries, if hit our ship is designed to absorb the energy.
In the bottom we're in a high rise in manhattan, readying for a night out.
We have yellow walls, not as bright as that photo, but definitely yellow. My very status oriented son wants us to paint it gray. I will not show him this picture.
We really don’t need psychedelics to see something.
#UnpopularOpinion
It's actually quite beautiful. The only thing missing is a nod to the Pantone 2023 Color of the Year:
Viva Magenta!
I see a dog peeing on a museum of art. Windowpane!
Unfortunately, your exhibition has excluded works by members of the LGBT community and people of color. Expect picketers.
I'm confused. IS this art or is it unfinished drywall? There is no context so I can't tell. Are the photos from an art gallery? That would add some context but would not be definitive.
That corner where the walls meet in the bottom photo makes a great trempe l'oeil tree trunk.
All I know is that I have a sudden urge to repaint the hallway.
Helen Frankenthaler?
Meade has so many unplumbed talents.
Either that or he got fed with asking you what swatch of color you preferred.
Well, but. How can it be "expressionism" if it's "accidental"? What does it express?
Coincidence?
Isn't it lovely that we are made with a capacity to see and enjoy beauty, and that so much of what the best memory of people appreciate we beautiful is the same? A sunrise, a vista, a flower, an opal?
So many things with little or no survival value (I left out "a mother and child" above to make this point) that we nevertheless generally agree are beautiful. (I also used "we are made" purposefully.)
The hard part is getting the corners to look clean and square.
I have developed a real appreciation for the skills of drywall finishers over the years while taking on projects that looked like they were going to be simple.
The artist's handling of negative space--some people love it.
Those are definitely better than the things hanging in my dentist's waiting room, so there is that.
Ugh, I'm missing so many typos this week... I finally fell to the COVID and apparently poor proofing is a little-known symptom.
My son once bought a house with every wall covered in Henri Rousseau style jungle paintings, painted directly on the wall. It had been owned by some eccentric foreigner. After living there several years he went to sell it and couldn't. He had to paint over all that art. I thought it was a shame.
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