THIS PAINTING, Y’ALL. This painting glows, quite literally. It is the fucking bomb dot com. It is utterly unique within the art world, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. It is in my roster roll of favorites, sandwiched between Klimt’s Morte e Vita and Caravaggio’s Penitent Magdalene, if that gives you any indication of just how insanely important this piece is to my art worldview. It’s a pity that more people don’t know about it.
Author: Becky
Just another person who pretends to know something.
Sunday
I like this style – thick slabs of paint in an abstract, aimless manner that all come together into a coherent whole. It speaks of peaceful revolution, of subversion and just a touch of anarchy in a carefully ordered world. It breaks barriers and brings down the status quo without doing anyone or anything any harm.
Saturday
There is solidarity in the ordinary everyday bits of being human and that is the fundamental cornerstone of this work. It definitely gets the point across – and how. Everything about it screams “normal”, “everyday”, “pedestrian”, “unobtrusive”. Even the colors, whilst bright, still have a greyed tone to them as if they want to fade to the background a little bit.
Friday
If you’ve never lived in rural Missouri, you don’t get this painting and I can’t adequately explain it to you. That is all.
Thursday
I LOVE HOW RANDOM THIS IS. “Here’s some stuff; it’s a collage of random abstraction about winter and sand and the sea.” It’s so random and amazing and just… there’s no rhyme or reason for it at all. Boom. Abstraction.
Wednesday
This speaks of a desert landscape, arid, dry, broken lines and harsh, unyielding, and yet broken. I love it on so many levels.
Tuesday
This, also, is an example of shaping the world with different ways of thought. The African American experience is such that it colors the very fiber of art in a way that can’t be duplicated.
Monday
Oh, lord, this piece… this piece hurts my soul on a number of levels. It speaks to me of futility and hope and pain and suffering and grief and so many, many things, and it is most poignant that I’m posting this on Holocaust Remembrance Day, because it symbolizes to me the most painful darkness of war, genocide, and rising above it only to do it all again and again.
Sunday
This looks like a boxcar graveyard to me, and as such, graffiti and all, the painting has done its work.
Saturday
It kind of looks like a clown vomited all over a horror show carnival. I’m not sure I’m down with it. It’s like a cotton candy nightmare. How does that embody feasibility?