The main difference being smaller canvas sizes.
Same drips and doodles to the uninformelled eye.
My favorite, Wols, used to lie in bed, bottle of rum in one hand
and brush in the other, working on the canvas lying on the floor.
His paintings look like something shit and pissed itself
while dying a violent death on top of them. Rude little things.
I like emotionally tense art.
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I've always considered abstract expressionism to be a fraud. When I was
in college, myself and a guy who chewed tobacco did a series of
"paintings" where I set out art paper and he spat over the rails at
different heights on a stairwell. We hung up the resulting mess and I
dubbed it abstract excretionism.
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the theory of fart as art
theory? Theory?? THEORY???
musical:
http://www.flatulina.com/
canvas: the movie "Good Advice" where Charlie Sheen and his date visit a
different sort of "art" show, and some of the paint gets...uh...shot on him.
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That's the equivalent of saying that music without words is a fraud
or that improvised music is a fraud.
Abstract painting concentrates on color harmony and line rhythm,
and like a tone deaf person can say that music is all just noise,
the untrained eye will not tell good abstract art from the mass of
bad art that's out there.
Abstract expressionism believes that you can see the personality
of the painter in the gestures and color choices he/she has made,
just like you can tell Charlie Parker from John Coltrane even when
they play the same song. Their personality does not reside in the
melody itself, but in the nuances, the rhythms and tone colors
they choose.
Abstract expressionism is free jazz for the eye.
And just like free jazz or any other art form, 99% of it is
uninspired noodling.
And most people do say that free jazz is just people farting
wildly into their instruments without listening to each other.
Would you call that an expert opinion?
You may have convinced yourself it's art but I say the emporeror has no
clothes and a small penis as well.
Oh dear !
Just try DOING a Jackson Pollock !
Have you really SEEN these paintings ?
If so, have you seen them since you are now all grown up and have
developed a fertile and emotionally available mind for art ?
Please do yourself a favor and look again . . .
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squirt. splash. squirt again.
>squirt. splash. squirt again.
that good, huh...
The only abstract expressionist to use dribbling
was Pollock. The other ones used brushes and such.
And even for Pollock that was just a phase.
There is power in a good abstract expressionist painting.
Vibrating colors and lines. You just haven't seen much of it.
Most emperors are empty suits. I prefer naked ones.
The sistine chapel is kitsch. I can't stand those heaps of flesh.
The idea of anything attempting more flesh heaps makes me barf.
I stand corrected:
blorp blotch blorp.
The only thing I hate worse is sterile color fields which are more house
painting than they are art.
And dust, and chainsmoke, and slush, and whatever
passes for buglife in the Hamptons. Works for me.
-bs
it's not art that matters, it's what you like that matters
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>-bs
gimme one good reason to quit smoking besides $
phuah
>bs wrote:
>> not_fallingstar:
>> > squirt. splash. squirt again.
>> And dust, and chainsmoke, and slush, and whatever
>> passes for buglife in the Hamptons. Works for me.
>it's not art that matters, it's what you like that matters
I'd say my choice hasn't been offhanded, or easy
I'd say my choices haven't been offhanded, or easy ones
can't say I've gone with the flow, or with sistahlerly advice even
nope, can't say that. nada, no, nah. phuah...
exactly. you go for what you want, not for what they hand you
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They are unspeakably boring indeed.
I have the good fortune - well, they're wonderful people -
to know two people who swear by the 'spiritual depth' to be
found in Mark Rothko's carefully muted color fields.
Both have been exposed to the same color theory obsessed art school,
the one I tried to join last year. I would have been a pain there:
"Now, Rene, what were you thinking when you painted this?"
"It's a monkey riding a butterfly. isn't it groovy?"
"But the colors!"
"You're right. It needs a bit of zap. How about I add a storm cloud
and an approaching F-18 fighter jet?"
>-bs
phuah
Jim's mom is taking chemo for oat cell cancer (rapid kind)
and she is sick as a dog and losing her hair.
Either that or die before her niece marries in August.
And she still won't quit. It's her only comfort.
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>bs wrote:
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I'm sure my life wouldn't have been so difficult if I had just been
a sheeple for my mom and dad and family, but I was always the
renegade.
Always the loner in school. I was happy, but I wasn't a 'go-along
with it all' type. It separated me from the crowd, and that was
what I wanted. I never wanted to 'fall in line.'
Y'all go that way, I'm goin' this way.
I also didn't dye my hair purple, so I guess I didn't do the other
extreme either.
All the ancient statuary and the Sistine Chapel are
coated with shit too... Van Goghs with wheat chaff...
Pollock took it to a whole new level...
-bs
"Dupont"
"Sherwin-Williams"
"Pittsburg Paints"
"passing pigeon"
"sun fade"
"water damage"
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>
> I'm sure my life wouldn't have been so difficult if I had just been
> a sheeple for my mom and dad and family, but I was always the
> renegade.
>
sheeple - it's what's for dinner! (tm. spam)
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does that make the consumer a cannibal? (pondering)
well, yeah - but it's *dried* shit. at least, you'd figger, by
now ...
... i have an art piece that grows underneath my oak tree on
the driveway in between each time it rains. there's one
growing there right now. down and to the right (towards the
sidewalk where people walk by the house) i have chalked in a
signature - "pollock" ...
... muahaahaha
jpg's!!!
>> can't say I've gone with the flow, or with sistahlerly advice even
>> nope, can't say that. nada, no, nah. phuah...
>exactly. you go for what you want, not for what they hand you
yeah, I could likely reef destiny around
but she'd have to say she would...
>gimme one good reason to quit smoking besides $
>phuah
>And she still won't quit. It's her only comfort.
mine is that I don't need nitric acid to fix my premorbid azz
...they regulate the fuck outta that shit now
I usta be able to get a carboy of it, no problem0
now to get some reageant-grade CaCO3? phuh!
shit...gonna need a licence to get bleach and ammonia
woo...ya can make nitrogen trichloride, with that shit
evil
evil
evil
staaanky, too
>can't say I've gone with the flow, or with sistahlerly advice even
>nope, can't say that. nada, no, nah. phuah...
>--------------------------
>I'm sure my life wouldn't have been so difficult if I had just been
>a sheeple for my mom and dad and family, but I was always the
>renegade.
I never even gave it much thought...
but when you look-over the images from the past, shit shows
>Always the loner in school. I was happy, but I wasn't a 'go-along
>with it all' type. It separated me from the crowd, and that was
>what I wanted. I never wanted to 'fall in line.'
I just didn't give a shit, even if I had no choice...
the crowd stayed away after the wildingz
>Y'all go that way, I'm goin' this way.
I wouldn't give anyone a clue
>I also didn't dye my hair purple, so I guess I didn't do the other
>extreme either.
I didn't have-to, in `82
under a bare bulb in a painted-white rest room, I was purple already
...this was then reconfirmed by a sighting of a purple-glowing dude
one of those particular "hmmmmm..........." thingiewingies
heh
Actually, they cleaned five hundred years of grime of the Sistine
Chapel a few years ago, and some art lovers had near heart attacks
at the screaming pop art colors hidden underneath. Old art looks
restrained in its colors mainly because of the dozen layers of varnish
and dust added through the centuries.
I do hope that this doesn't apply to Rembrandt. I really do.
I love Rembrandt and Velasquez, but I still think that emulating
them in our days would be pointless.
The attempt to equal Shakespeare put English theatre into stupor
for centuries. Only writers willing to make a clean break brought
life into it.
People today have trouble with the arts of their own time,
because the crypt keepers of culture in the schools don't
give them the intellectual tools needed to deal with them.
When you've been fed mainly Shakespeare, Beethoven and Michelangelo
in school, you're likely to be baffled by Pinter, Cage and Beuys.
Sure, the impatience of artists with people who say
"I knows a piece a shit when I sees it" doesn't help.
I get bored explaining some hoary old master from half a century ago,
too.
Long as we're not talking Garfunkel...
Yeah. I'm a gleeful barbarian at heart, actually.
Like all barbarians, I occasionally wear looted trinklets
from advanced civilizations on my vest.
A Michelangelo makes a lousy hammer, though...
A hammer also made a lousy Michelangelo if I recall correctly.
only if they eat the spam - what do you think all those elective surgeons
do with their snippings anyway?
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lips and a$$holes
Elgin's prodigious marbles, and their questionable
patina(s), suffering a scrubbing or two, part acid,
part paint remover...
Shakespeare didn't write most of what he wrote...
'twas Thomas de Stoppard...
The hot breath of the Gauls on the cave paintings
was but a dim echo of how they were created:
by spitting the pigment onto the walls...
It's all Groo...
-bs
> Cardinals smoking, like, shit, and shit...
>
> Elgin's prodigious marbles, and their questionable
> patina(s), suffering a scrubbing or two, part acid,
> part paint remover...
if it's fake, and it works, it's ...
>
>
> Shakespeare didn't write most of what he wrote...
> 'twas Thomas de Stoppard...
>
> The hot breath of the Gauls on the cave paintings
> was but a dim echo of how they were created:
> by spitting the pigment onto the walls...
and i quit chewing tobacco without ever finding out what it
was really good for ...
>
>
> It's all Groo...
grout. it's all grout ...
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I forgot the cannon of the Venetians, trained on the
Turkish ammo dumps in the Acropolis...
blind batwits with open fangs and closed purses...
they would have picked the turquoise eyes of the
winged bulls of Assyria, and probably did, before
most of the spoils spilled off their barges to the
bottom of the Tigris...
the colors fade, but do not forget...
-bs
You tell that to Claes Oldenburg, who keeps erecting
fifty foot pickaxes and such...
It's not the size of the pickaxe, but the repeated slashing motion.
Who was that guy that skirted some islands with pink plastic
or somesuch?
Cris something or other
no relation