I dunno, Starry Night works for me — though come November, I might be all about the Salvador Dali.
Nothing says progressivism rising quite like melting clock faces and the like, I don’t think.
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I took some red pills and went out to look at the stars, and they didn’t quite look the way ol’ Vinny painted ’em.
Should I have left them under the sofa cushions for a few weeks first?
The pills, I mean.
The stars would leave scorch marks on the upholstery. My wife hates that.
Dali and van Gogh for the rise. Ashes by Munch for the after taste.
Inventions of the Monsters
flaming giraffes and naked breastes
Mulley
Flaming giraffes? MARS ATTACKS!!!
Nice Munch. I’ve got a print of Vampire on my wall, which alot of people have visceral, adverse reactions to.
I haven’t seen a melting painting since I dropped a tab of windowpane in ’73. It slid down the wall and crawled across the floor toward me… Shortly after, I was attacked by a public hair on the toilet seat, of all places.
I won.
Those public hairs are such punks.
I’d go for Goya, but the more I learn, the more certain I am I know crap about art.
hO!pey, starry, fear-y nights…
This.
hO!pey, starry, fear-y nights……
The international politics of fear, eh?…
Come January, the proggs may be happily burning these lies.
urthshu: I’ve got a print of Vampire on my wall, which alot of people have visceral, adverse reactions to.
I betcha if she lifted her head up, you’d see she’s one of those sad urchins with the huge eyes. It is on black velvet, isn’t it?
I took all my pictures to the office mostly. I thought it made me look more invested.
http://tinyurl.com/6lacpx
Too many comparisons, here.
My mom gave me this one and that is what I see most Saturday mornings (even though the painting is in a different room). because we sleep in and they get antsy for attention.
If the melting clocks come, I’m going with Wyeth, either heroic freedom fighters or Helga nudes, depending on whether the kids are in the house.
I could have told you, Vincent
The world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
In the Prado (Madrid) they have a little room where they display chunks of plaster that they cut out of the walls from Goya’s home, after he went mad.
These paintings, says one site, “are in effect the most extreme manifestation of the growing misunderstanding and estrangement between modern society and the artist.”
That academia can’t recognize or name the twisted madness displayed in these paintings is pretty emblematic of their inability to perceive the darkness they adore.
BTW, after spending a few minutes in that room, I got so creeped out I had to scamper out, suppressing a scream. It was really freaky.
In terms of contemporary painters, I’m rather fond of Paul Harvey (not the radio commentator :-)).
Are the flaming giraffes a global warming thing? If it’s not, that’s kind of cool, but if it is, then not so much unless you take it out of context, then it’s still cool.
Everything is a global warming thing ‘feets, haven’t you heard?
They’re banning plastic bags here, B Moe. And trans fats. And they want to get rid of balloons. And fast food restaurants. My biggest motivator right now for quitting smoking is just to not give these people my monies. They’re so unbelievably gay.
Speaking of fine art,I’ve been saving up for a bull whip so as I can make me some Mapplethorpe knock offs to sell at the flea market next weekend.
Smoking? Now that is friggen’ gross!
It makes me look cool though.
loved the Bullshit ep on the Fakir faker Algore. Penn & Teller skewered the great big fat fuck.
I’ll go with Goya, but this one.
http://eeweems.com/goya/sleep_of_reason.html
I know whatcha mean, Happyfeet. I quit almost 2 years ago and I haven’t looked cool since.
I think I’m gonna become a pipe guy. I tried to use Captain Black as a means of cutting back on Marlboros way back when, It didn’t work, but I sure enjoyed it. I’ll be 40 this November, so I’m officially not a pretentious douche for enjoying pipe tobacco. hoho
Well, Jeff, I think you have finally overstepoped your bounds.
I think you meant “Salvador Dolly”, which has four wheels, and I use it to move my amplifier to gigs. It also has a real doll nailed to the front of it that has been anatomacally altered (it’s right arm extends from it’s mouth, it’s left leg is attached to it’s right shoulder, and so on (You get the picture). Kinda looks like like Chucky, but acts more like a seeing eye dog…
But Salvador is like Rush’s cochlear implant, except that when I have had too much tequila, Salvador says to me: “Left! Right! Straight!” What a boon to a toasted musician when packing up and heading home at an impossibly late and toasted hour! And all four wheeels swivel, by the will of God! Very interesting.
Sometimes “Salvador Dolly” leads me right to Denny’s! Or, even better, The Waffle House! There is nothing in my life that I have ever found that tastes better than a lethal dose of cholesterol from the Waffle House. I am getting absurdly hungry just typing the name.
ting(I have no idea where “ting” came from, but I decided to leave it there, regardless. It might have come from “get”)
If I could only teach this Dolly how to drive, I would probably be able to drink at least one more bottle of tequila before I got arrested!
And Jeff? Don’t ever forget dat you da man!
I mean, where else could I talk about the Waffle House (besides O!’s campaign), and not be immediately punished severely?
Thankz. Now leave me alone. I’m eating my waffle.
Yes, JD and BBH. It was hard to resist the obvious.
Hmmmm.. Could I have started that word with a “T”?
Yes, I think so…
Whoooooo!
There’s an Armenian hookah bar what opened across the street last night I just remembered. Me I’ve never hookahed, but I guess it’s kind of inevitable now.
“I will break their guitar”
Joan Miro
Now’s not a good time to be quitting the fags, hf.
No, you’re right. But I’m thinking about going ahead and getting the chantix just so I have it ready.
Well, hf. I think you are in big trouble.
I’m not quite sure what “hookahed” means (well, except for the three hundred pounds of pot that I smoked in one in my former life), but it sounds like BIG trouble. I hope it’s way fun, too, because the cost may be great.
I only say this because of my weak grasp of the English language, but it sounds pretty much like the danger zone.
Lucko, Bucko!
And if it’s really good, please let me know as soon as possible…
I will. But the thing also is it’s right next to the yogurt shop. I only need one more punch to get my free one.
I can get a flight anytime if I shut my AXW’s phone off…
hf,
Free <i.WHAT?
Uhhhh….
hf, (and every body else who I just dropped my pants for)…
I guess my HTML skills are not quite as good as I would like them to be.
But, then again, neither are any of my other skills in this Soupy Sales kinda life. I am still waiting for all those kids to send me their parent’s money…
But, you know. I’m an a**hole, and you’re not.
I know. I know. But a weak defense is better than no defense (I think).
Buh bye!
Have you ever had the pleasure of smoking Latakia tobacco hf. That might be something to try in a hookhah, maybe not straight but mixed or something. Kinda like the Laphroiag of tobaccos.
oh. A free yogurt. It’s pretty exciting. And I will give my yogurt monies I save to the hookah dealer, is my plan. I actually met the Armenian hookah guys – John, John and John – the other week at yogurt while they were getting their place ready, and they said I could have a free hookah though when they opened, so then it used to be I could take my yogurt monies and my hookah monies to the pub that’s right there, the one with real British people. But my boss moved near here and now he goes there a lot and it would be weird running in to him, so…
Latakia tobacco. I will remember that when I go. My dad smoked a pipe, but he quit cause of my asthma, so it’s kind of ironic I smoke. He would have used a different word though.
Right.
Well, Joan Miro, come and break my guitar, and I will break your freakin’ neck. Good guitars are hard to come by, even if they cost fifteen times what they are really worth (see Gibson, Fender) and still suck!
He was talking about pictures of guitars I think or the way they made pictures of guitars, LD, not guitar guitars. In a “ceci n’est pas un pipe” kinda way.
And they want to get rid of balloons.
They are trying to ban balloons? What manner of evil would seek to outlaw freekin’ balloons?
…even if they cost fifteen times what they are really worth (see Gibson, Fender) and still suck!
Ain’t that a fact. Although is prices keep skyrocketing I should be able to swap a couple of my old ones for a house in a few years.