Not exact matches
A cute sugar baby could
don an oversized shirt (no pants), splash herself with paint, painted canvases behind her (whatever crap is on them, irrelevant)-- label herself an «aspiring
artist» and embrace a bohemian personality, and TONS of men would be falling all
over themselves to «further her art career.»
Certain key motifs appear
over and
over: skinny legs that seem to have been de-boned, piles of old shoes, cartoonish and clunky, clocks with one hand, low hanging light bulbs and, again and again, these hooded figures that may be Klansmen or something more personally emblematic: the masks that
artists, like all of us, hide behind; the disguises we
don to face or shy away from the world; the evil, banal and faceless, that lurks within us all.
Since that time curators, collectors, critics, art dealers, and the general public have
donned white gloves to view work in the files, which have grown to include the work of
over 800
artists, and which have been widely imitated.
John was painting while lola, Spike &
DoN luxuriated in Tim's studio filled with his exuberant stylized abstract paintings arrayed from floor to ceiling, paint splattered everywhere, outlines of canvases layered
over years of work, brushes and paints poking out of cubbies — just like you imagine an
artists» studio to be.