Do you know how rare it is to have intact Roman pottery from this period in this type of shape? No? Oh, go watch some archaelogical dig shows and look at some of the shit they get out of the ground.
Tuesday
What do we say about Roman pottery? Well… in this case, it’s beautiful, and somehow, it managed to survive – which is a miracle, when you look at those handles.
Monday
This is the ultimate abstraction – it transcends even Pollock and his somewhat lazy spatters and almost doodling. This is sketching in the void but leaving behind the shell of emptiness that might just crack under the weight of the void itself. It’s a totally different level of opening oneself to the nebulous expanse of the universe.
Sunday
This is color and pattern theory at their finest, most distilled points. You can’t take the pattern away without losing the impact of the layers of the color, but you can’t take the layers of color away from the pattern without destroying the impact of the pattern as a whole. BOOM.
Saturday
I like that this is a study of color over form. It’s vague and nebulous, kind of like a toxic cloud of grim vast grey-ness and gloom and doom, but with hints of other things that break up the dismal bleh.
Friday
This piece is profound because it is so simple. You, as a viewer, are a part of the artwork. You influence how it is seen and how it is reflected. It is as much about how you see it as it is about how the work actually is displayed.
Thursday
I love that this painting has a very child-like way of looking at the world like stick figures and lines and angles and nothing is quite right or real and yet none of it is really wrong, either. It’s very strong and forward, yet not so much as to alienate the viewer completely.
Wednesday
This painting is dark, powerful, horrific, and beautiful all at once, and in that disharmony there is a balance.
Tuesday
This painting is both jarring in its unrealistic hues and unnatural forms. And yet, there is something very sculpted and gentle about it, and something quite elegant.
Monday
There’s always been something about this painting that I’ve loved that I can’t quite put my finger on. It might be a combination of the knowing way the cow in the lower left corner is looking at you and going, “Yeah, dude, I know. Crazy shit’s going down.” And the bright cheerfulness of the absurd combination of colors. It’s playful in a way when we don’t realize we need playfulness.