“I would tell them to go to hell. That’s a question I will not tolerate.” – Maurice Sendak, on parents who think the Wild Things movie is too scary for children.
Reason no. 3,428,386 I love Maurice Sendak.
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Monthly Archives: April 2016
around the cake.
Wayne Thiebaud’s Around the Cake is probably my dream come true: Immediate access to dessert (the most beautiful promenade of individual slices) AND no evidence (like the ever-widening Pacmac mouth that that hints at yes, I had another slice).
Breakfast of champions, really.
martin’s lines
The Minimalists are idealist. They want to minimize themselves in favor of the ideal… But I just can’t. You see, my paintings are not cool. – Agnes Martin
Agnes Martin is easily one of my favorite artists. I think it’s rad as hell that girlfriend is just chillin’, painting grids, and not giving a damn what anyone thinks about it. Known most for her repetitive grids, Martin’s work presents a measurable, calculable tool and makes “geometry replace nature.”
Yas, Queen. I love this. It’s so brilliant to me that she presents one of the most logical forms and makes it abstract. The rigidity of a grid becomes graceful when you see the slight imperfection of the pencil marks. I mean, really, I should write some goddamn poetry about the girl:
grids on a flat plane
rectangles drawn with pencil
math tools for the win
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING. WHERE’S THE BOOK DEAL, RIGHT?!
golden arches
I’m really trying to figure out what amount of money or good fortune I’d bestow on anyone willing to bring me an M&M McFlurry…
…with fries
…and maybe one two cheeseburgers.
Goddamnit, Peter Alexander.
the masters
A tradition unlike any other. Arnold Palmer receiving the green jacket in 1964.
king frederik
King Frederik V of Denmark was on the throne for twenty years in the 18th century. I’m realizing court painters (like Carl Gustaf Pilo, his work of Frederik seen here) are very similar to the Witney Port characters of the world…a terrifying waste of space, really just people trying to enjoy themselves in a royal culture.
night windows
Right after manicures at Paintbox, I’m going to beg my friend to go be voyeurs of this Hopper at MoMA. Night Windows (1928) presents the viewer with my goddamn worst nightmare: completely clueless about everyone being able to see into my bay window while I’m in my alluring, yet understated, pajamas.
Hopper called the triptych of lighting “a common visual sensation.” OH SURE, like it’s the lighting that’s sensational. 🍑🍑🍑
schuffenecker’s studio
This is the Schuffenecker family. Gauguin hated them. Well, if I were Louise, I would feel the same right back. Go ahead, dude, paint me up in really miserable-looking heavy clothes, and give me that overbearing wedding ring: I still wouldn’t shut up about how annoyed I’d be to share my house with such an unbearable loser.
What’s even better is, scholarship suggests Gauguin tried to seduce her and faileddddd. So in addition to that awful outfit, Gauguin tries to add insult to injury by making her husband (and fellow contemporary artist Emile) look like a chump by featuring zero visual cues he was any sort of artist. That’s right–no brush, no bad beret, no nothing.
How cute are these kids as they comfort each other against Gauguin?
Strength in numbers.
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