Henri Matisse’s “The Window” is one of more than 1,700 works in the Detroit Institute of Art’s collection that, if private collectors get their way, may go up for auction at a high-end garage sale.
I’ve already watched the “Art of the Steal,” and I know it didn’t end well for the Barnes. Here’s hoping someone with 816 million lying around can buy the works and give them back to the DIA. And then call me.
Michelangelo’s “Moses” was going to be a part of Pope Julius II’s tomb with more than 40 statues. Dream big, Julius: the final tomb was scaled way back, and only has 6 sculpted figures.
Moses was completed after Julius died. The horns may come from a mistranslation by Saint Jerome, meaning shining light. Basically the equivalent of a misused autocorrect. Way to go, Jerome.
It’s circling the art world this week Andy Warhol’s work, “White Marilyn,” sold for $41 million. His other work, “Race Riots,” went for nearly $63 million. I get excited when I find deals at consignment shops. This is like the OPPOSITE.
Other artists auctioned that night included Francis Bacon, Mark Rothko, and Alexander Calder. The Christie’s sale saw the auction house’s highest total for a night. Insert money stack emojis here.
Macaulay Culkin has been making waves today about this picture-in-picture t-shirt:
Get with the times, man. This stuff has been happening in painting for YEARS and YEARS.
Dali did it.
Manet did it.
Petrus Christus did it.
Thanks for getting on board, Kevin McCallister.
NOBODY TOLD ME Renoir’s “Dance at Bougival” was on loan to EUROPE when I traveled to Boston last week, so I’m just going to have to look at the thing online.
My favorite part of this painting isn’t the suave man going in for the KILL, but the cigarettes and discarded matches all over the place. Why recycle when we’ve been doomed for centuries?!
Ferris Bueller should really schedule another trip to the AIC and see the restored Caillebotte beauty in person.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms that combed and braided our hair, only to do it all over again through tears and tangles (my mom can’t be the only one!). I’m sorry to tell you we don’t grow out of it — which is why we’ll send flowers and use conditioner.
If you’re in DC, celebrate mom and visit the opening of the NGA’s exhibition on Degas and the painter of mothers, Mary Cassatt. Hit the gelato stand after. It’ll look like you planned every moment.
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