They create it, I interpret it. And don't you think for a second that I don't know exactly what the hell I'm talking about.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
“Elephant Parade” by L; painted paper on colored paper
This is pretty much self-indulgent garbage. The two eyes sharing a side of the face in an obvious nod to Picasso seem sorely out of place with the Max Beckman-ish rubenesque physique. Obviously created to shock the viewer, L seems to have played her hand too quickly; revealing too much, concealing too little. The one saving grace is the broad, foppish brush strokes, which nicely bring such a clumsy unelegant creature to life.