Lookee!
Julia, you'll love my new Andy Warhol calendar for 2006:
Found it at the MOMA gift shop this afternoon after wandering with my mom through some fabulous art (in an attempt to walk off Thanksgiving dinner). The highlight was the Chuck Close self-portraits (to me, they hit the crossroad between utter narcissism, utter obsession, and utter insecurity, three key ingredients to sublime artwork), though I fear I may have nightmares tonight about the 38-year evolution of his face. An amazingly brilliant exhibition of an artist's process, something that most of us rarely get to see (let alone, understand) so upclose, so detailed, so vulnerable. So exposed. It's a place that so few of us can even fathom.
Found it at the MOMA gift shop this afternoon after wandering with my mom through some fabulous art (in an attempt to walk off Thanksgiving dinner). The highlight was the Chuck Close self-portraits (to me, they hit the crossroad between utter narcissism, utter obsession, and utter insecurity, three key ingredients to sublime artwork), though I fear I may have nightmares tonight about the 38-year evolution of his face. An amazingly brilliant exhibition of an artist's process, something that most of us rarely get to see (let alone, understand) so upclose, so detailed, so vulnerable. So exposed. It's a place that so few of us can even fathom.
posted by TessaJ at 5:29 PM
2 Comments:
I love his shoe drawings! I actually had this shortlisted as a gift for you, so there you go!
Ah, Julia. You and I are so predictable, aren't we?
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