What I want to know is, how could a man paint like that and yet design such crap teapots?
Bonus crap teapots here.
UPDATE: Perhaps if I steal some drag-&-droppable tears from the House of Substance, Sub McG will be inspired to animate the cats' eyes.
Thanks, Mr McG!
24 comments:
Sometimes "creative" types spread themselves a bit too thickly over our world.
Cactus juice?
~
Gadzooks!
I find those cats extremely disturbing...
Psychology texts were always one of the best parts of the school library. That and the paranormal section, cuz you could find paintings of naked witches.
http://www.cerebromente.org.br/gallery/all.htm
The theory that Wain's paintings fell apart into scary abstraction as his schizophrenia progressed made for a nice narrative but it turns out to be total pants. Some doctor cherry-picked paintings and drawings from Wain's time in the asylum, and arranged them out of chronological order.
Turns out that most of his paintings in the asylum were perfectly normal (and saleable) larged-eyed-kitten kitsch -- because he was still supporting his sisters by selling them -- but he was also trying different formal experiments with the motif. Artistic growth and all that.
My psych textbooks didn't have nakkid witches, chiz chiz. Unless they were in the section on psychoactive drugs where I was focussing on the text.
All those who want Hans Baldung Grien woodcuts of nakkid witches, raise their hands; otherwise I'll be working on drag-&-droppable animated teapots.
They need tears...
fridge note for Smut... there's a response to one of your comments at my place. It will most likely be lost in the extreme Zardozing that's going on, but it's there.
They need tears...
You mean animated tears, like at the House of Substance? But that would be stealing.
OK, I'm onto it.
The kooky comment immediately following the total pantsification cites someone called Spalding noting the increasing strangeness of the art. I wonder who Spalding is.
No wonder the bottom cat has the look of annoyance and consternation -- top two cats are dribbling on its ears.
The third one looks terrific with the tears.
Those cats look nothing like Louis Wain!
Ah! That's better! Keane would be proud.
One of the crap teapots was on Antiques Roadshow and they are worth about $900 NZ. Which is, you know, very wrong.
Y'know, I actually drink quite a bit of tea, but I sure don't get the whole teapot dealio.
Water in a mug. Mug in the micro for 150 seconds. Bag o'earl in the mug.
Voila. Tea. Back to the porn...
I'm just saying that someone is going to have to clean up all the salty tears in the Riddled office.
I'm just saying that someone is going to have to clean up all the salty tears in the Riddled office
You should have used sweet, sweet wingnut tears in the .gif!
Bottle it, sell it as DB Export Lager, no-one will notice the difference.
Aside from it being of higher quality, of course.
OooooOOOOoooo! Everybody loves Hypnocat!
He's crying because someone jammed contact lenses in his eyes.
Using tequila worms as contact lenses is not as good an idea as it seemed at the time.
They also work as quizzical eyebrows.
Cat on the upper left thinks he's being all crafty and shit with the watching me out of the corner of his congenitally defective eye. Pssshhh. Like that shit's gonna work on me. Memo to cats, RE: Tradecraft, just because something works on the local Weta population or a Finch or two doesn't necessarily mean you wanna pull out some nickelndime one size fitz all cloak n'claw crap like you're some kinda feline Bond or sumpin'.
Sheesh...
Post a Comment