Fake Artist

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I wouldn't necessarily say fake, as art is the pure form of expression.

But there is "bad" art from a different perspective from the artists.

I never understand why someone presents a black canvas and says "It's supposed to reflect the inner deepness of our souls" and people nod solemnly.

The source is profound. The black canvas is not.

I had no idea there was a MOBA (Museum of Bad Art) but I can see why.

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I don't anything about artists and money. I am happy you like finding what you like. Do you hang them on the walls inside your heart?

I have the 'originals' in an archive file. I have copies on my walls.

The Picasso Child with a Dove was sold for ÂŁ50 million. I know mine is a fake,* but some of my other 'original' drawings could be genuine. I can dream.




*My 'Picasso' is on modern plywood and is painted with acrylic paint. :D
 
I have the 'originals' in an archive file. I have copies on my walls.

The Picasso Child with a Dove was sold for ÂŁ50 million. I know mine is a fake,* but some of my other 'original' drawings could be genuine. I can dream.


*My 'Picasso' is on modern plywood and is painted with acrylic paint. :D

My brother was a painter, not saying he is/was a genius, but in my room with me right now is a painting with gilt that is depicted as a life of a saint being tempted by the devil and inspired by God. In the center is Pablo Picasso with cherubim holding laurels over his head, he holding a cigarette and a paintbrush. He despised sitting through art history classes and listening to the Gods whisper their secrets from the canvases of our past.

He has badly painted caricatures with headings like "Pilgrims flock to seek Pablo's enlightenment and healing" (people dropping crutches)

"Pablo's intercession fells a tyrant and liberates Spain!"

"Pablo falls to temptation and seduces a dead friend's beloved." (Pablo lifting the skirt of one of a group of women in black around a casket)

It's my example of purposely "bad" art making fun of art hype and I wub it.
 
I wouldn't necessarily say fake, as art is the pure form of expression.

But there is "bad" art from a different perspective from the artists.

I never understand why someone presents a black canvas and says "It's supposed to reflect the inner deepness of our souls" and people nod solemnly.

The source is profound. The black canvas is not.

I had no idea there was a MOBA (Museum of Bad Art) but I can see why.
I could never get into the culture. I dated an artist once. He made sculptures. I got wasted drunk at his first opening while he charmed the masses with weird speak and the thought process: welding up scrap metal and painting a glossy coat on top. Ok.

I get it.
 
I could never get into the culture. I dated an artist once. He made sculptures. I got wasted drunk at his first opening while he charmed the masses with weird speak and the thought process: welding up scrap metal and painting a glossy coat on top. Ok.

I get it.

I hung out with lots of musicians and actors. I do get that the execution of inspiration to representation can be mystical and capricious and difficult to navigate. I can see that in the art of the world.

This is not to say I don't think people should do it, they should do it if it makes them happy, same way if I'm sitting here feeling happy picking apart their crap and they're wondering why I'm wasting my time, we're even.

Although it can be mystical to an individual, it is not the audience's fault if they don't "get it."

I watch cooking shows and I hear the chefs say stuff like "I was attempting to deconstruct an enchilada and sometimes I feel like people don't get that what I'm doing is a cerebral exercise and I just don't want to make the same old boring food. I think the judges don't get me."

The judges get that your food doesn't taste good. It's not that complicated.
 
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I can just hear the commentary.

"The lobster conveys such longing."

"Really, aren't we all like two-sided about something? It's as if our braids are different colors and weighing us down."
 
The lobster wants to pinch her nipples and cut off her hair.

Her thought bubble just looks like she's mapping out the incision for a poorly conceived knee replacement surgery.

Don't think about knee replacement surgery, lady, you're about to lose your nipple!
 
My brother was a painter, not saying he is/was a genius, but in my room with me right now is a painting with gilt that is depicted as a life of a saint being tempted by the devil and inspired by God. In the center is Pablo Picasso with cherubim holding laurels over his head, he holding a cigarette and a paintbrush. He despised sitting through art history classes and listening to the Gods whisper their secrets from the canvases of our past.

He has badly painted caricatures with headings like "Pilgrims flock to seek Pablo's enlightenment and healing" (people dropping crutches)

"Pablo's intercession fells a tyrant and liberates Spain!"

"Pablo falls to temptation and seduces a dead friend's beloved." (Pablo lifting the skirt of one of a group of women in black around a casket)

It's my example of purposely "bad" art making fun of art hype and I wub it.

God, I need to paint more...
 
God, I need to paint more...

It's one of my most prized possessions and I'm the only family member that will proudly hang it where I can see its glorious snark every day.

His paintings are all over the house otherwise, but this one was in a closet. It's disrespectful.

MINE!

I can't paint. I write and I sing and I cook, but painting or drawing just looks like magic from another brain that has abilities my brain lacks.
 
It's one of my most prized possessions and I'm the only family member that will proudly hang it where I can see its glorious snark every day.

His paintings are all over the house otherwise, but this one was in a closet. It's disrespectful.

MINE!

I can't paint. I write and I sing and I cook, but painting or drawing just looks like magic from another brain that has abilities my brain lacks.

Music is like that to me. I can't play shit- my brother can pick up any instrument and be able to play it by the end of the day. He's in college right now for broadcasting, but he plays violin in the school's orchestra. He never picked up a violin before that. But, of course, since we're rednecks, a week after he had it I saw him and he was like, "Hey! Hey look at this! He drew the string across the bow and it made an evil hiss- and a band of demons joined in, and it sounded something like this-" and he played perfectly. And I was like, "Godamn it, I hate you." Then, as I watched him, I was like, "How does that not hurt his face?"

I'd never seen anybody actually play a fiddle before. You hold it with your face. It's fucking weird.

I can paint, like I can actually do portraits and shit, and that's what I want to get back- technical skill. In fact, I have that big ass clipboard under my bed at home right now with a bunch of paint because I kept saying that I was going to paint. But then I don't. The only thing I've painted recently are fucking Disney and Loony Tune characters. I need to get some motherfucking realism... Because I think I'm losing my skills.
 
This portrait clearly was inspired by Minecraft. I can see hidden Creepers.

Art always can be what you want it to be. We need Arte in here for some smart words on that subject.

It could also have been inspired by the Appalachian quilting process (I say because I'm used to looking at Appalachian art). A feminist perspective written on art like this, with a female subject and separated by geometric shapes have indicated that often the artist is trying to tie traditional medium to craft medium, an overlooked medium that feminist scholars feel is overlooked simply because of it's connection to a primarily female artisan group. There has been a recent movement to incorporate those same techniques into traditional media to force the viewer to think about the gender inequality in the post modern art world- about how choice of media can isolate or empower different social groups because of the perceived importance of the gender make-up of that group.
 
It could also have been inspired by the Appalachian quilting process (I say because I'm used to looking at Appalachian art). A feminist perspective written on art like this, with a female subject and separated by geometric shapes have indicated that often the artist is trying to tie traditional medium to craft medium, an overlooked medium that feminist scholars feel is overlooked simply because of it's connection to a primarily female artisan group. There has been a recent movement to incorporate those same techniques into traditional media to force the viewer to think about the gender inequality in the post modern art world- about how choice of media can isolate or empower different social groups because of the perceived importance of the gender make-up of that group.

Example of a noble idea that is tricky in execution. That's a lot of subtext.
 
This portrait clearly was inspired by Minecraft. I can see hidden Creepers.

Art always can be what you want it to be. We need Arte in here for some smart words on that subject.

Of course, if you want to tie it to video games and the sequential art world, we can't stop at Minecraft. The visible heart is reminiscent of The Legend of Zelda, while the blocks themselves can represent pixils. Pixil, and sequential art in general, is often overlooked in the art world, with notable exceptions such as I am 8 bit, even though for many postmodern artists, video games and other media have influenced our lives, sometimes even beyond the influence of traditional media. Combining these modern elements with the flowing organic lines making up the figure is remniciant of cubism, creating a flow of old and new, traditional and technical, that peers into the soul of an entire generation. That creates a bridge between overlooked postmodern artist, those who knew Mario before they new DaVinchi- and asks which is more important for the modern child's everyday life- or; if we even need to choose at all.
 
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