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Posts tagged "painting"

Apr 15, 2013
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The paintings of Jonathan Winters

comicsreporter:


holy crap these are pretty great: the late jonathan winters painted


RIP another Ohio boy made good: Winters was born in Dayton and studied art at Kenyon College and the Dayton Art Institute.

The paintings of Jonathan Winters

comicsreporter:

holy crap these are pretty great: the late jonathan winters painted

RIP another Ohio boy made good: Winters was born in Dayton and studied art at Kenyon College and the Dayton Art Institute.

(via reliablecomics)

Mar 03, 2013
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Jan 01, 2013
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Esther Pearl Watson show in TEXAS

Ach! Wish I could get up there.

Esther Pearl Watson show in TEXAS

Ach! Wish I could get up there.

Dec 18, 2012
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loverofbeauty:

Painting Myself Into a Corner, 1979 by Keith Haring

Filed under: Keith Haring

loverofbeauty:

Painting Myself Into a Corner, 1979 by Keith Haring

Filed under: Keith Haring

(Source: efedra, via bryanwaterman)

Dec 07, 2012
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Wayne White’s cover for Lambchop’s Nixon

Had the weird experience the other morning of looking through Lambchop’s discography on Rdio and spotting this cover, and thinking, “Holy shit, that looks like a Wayne White painting.” Well, that’s because it is — White and Kurt Wagner, the mastermind behind Lambchop, were childhood friends, and White’s done four covers for Lambchop. Very cool.

Nov 08, 2012
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misterbadger:

Alice Neel, Frank O’Hara, 1960, oil on canvas, 34 x 16 1/8 in.
Why I Am Not a Painter, by Frank O’Hara
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. “Sit down and have a drink” he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. “You have SARDINES in it.” “Yes, it needed something there.” “Oh.” I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is  finished. “Where’s SARDINES?” All that’s left is just letters, “It was too much,” Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of a color: orange. I write a line about orange. Pretty soon it is a  whole page of words, not lines. Then another page. There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven’t mentioned orange yet. It’s twelve poems, I call it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery I see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.

Filed under: Frank O’Hara

misterbadger:

Alice Neel, Frank O’Hara, 1960, oil on canvas, 34 x 16 1/8 in.

Why I Am Not a Painter, by Frank O’Hara

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
“Sit down and have a drink” he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. “You have SARDINES in it.”
“Yes, it needed something there.”
“Oh.” I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. “Where’s SARDINES?”
All that’s left is just
letters, “It was too much,” Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven’t mentioned
orange yet. It’s twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.

Filed under: Frank O’Hara

(via theparisreview)

Oct 31, 2012
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Edward Hopper’s sketchbook artist’s ledgers

These are not Hoppers sketchbooks, but rather, a record his wife kept of paintings he made. Here’s the story.

(Source: anaarp, via franswazz)

Sep 29, 2012
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Alasdair Gray on whether writing can be taught

The writer Elizabeth McCracken sent me this charming video of Alasdair Gray talking about his writing and art (“The writing helped the painting and the painting helped the writing.”). I particularly loved his response to the ever-worn-out question, “Can writing be taught?”

Of course! I couldn’t write before I was was taught! That’s why they give it to you in primary schools. Writing and speaking are things that have to be learned first. Some people at a certain stage think that they don’t have to learn any more. If you’re very interested in words then you try to keep on learning more. And the best way, of course, is by reading other writers. Good ones! Or even bad ones are better than none to begin with.

Filed under: writing

Sep 03, 2012
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explore-blog:

The real-life models used in “American Gothic” standing by the iconic painting

“Grant Wood saw a house in Iowa that he decided to paint along with “the kind of people I fancied should live in that house.” He chose his sister and his dentist.”

explore-blog:

The real-life models used in “American Gothic” standing by the iconic painting

“Grant Wood saw a house in Iowa that he decided to paint along with “the kind of people I fancied should live in that house.” He chose his sister and his dentist.”

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