Art. Poop. Poop Art.

This xmas, I received two gifts of art. The first was a print I saw in a catalog and requested. This art is mass-produced and very reasonably-priced. I don’t care. Even if I could afford to own only original art, I probably wouldn’t, because it would limit my options…and there’s so much amazing art that’s out there, both rare and common. Anyway, this piece is just me all over. The composition, the color palette. It’s just NEAT.

Does the carpet match the drapes? Dunno. Her hair matches the wallpaper, however.

The second piece was an impromptu purchase down at The Market in Charleston.  There’s an artist who currently works out of the area and pretty aggressively markets himself and has a ubiquitous presence, which, if he were without talent would seem tacky and Kinkadian. But he actually makes really, really beautiful stuff…so I don’t mind seeing it everywhere. I most especially don’t mind seeing it over my mantle. We got this signed by the artist, matted and framed for a song. The picture does not do it justice. In person, this piece looks much more modern, much less “we bought this at a tacky sofa art sale.” Trust me.

Yup, that's his actual ORIGINAL signature.

One of the reasons I wanted to write this entry was to point out that you don’t have to be wealthy to have beautiful art. A.) You can find beautiful prints for next-to-nothing in a million different places, and it’s even easier to find cool stuff to suit just about any taste out there now that the Intertrons is here.  B.) Anything can be art.** Don’t believe me? Put something in a frame, like I did. It’s my son’s feeding/pooping chart from when he was very young. I put it in a neat frame/mat just for shits* and grins.

"Avant Garde!" said vacuumslayer "Looks like someone scribbled something on plain white paper." said The New York Times

See? Art. BTW, I really am having that framed and, yes, I really will hang it on my wall.

Can’t afford an expensive frame job? Buy your own frames and mats at craft stores, like Michael’s or Hobby Lobby. ART FOR EVERYONE! How socialist. Seriously, I take a very egalitarian view of good and art and design: Everyone should be able to experience it. Everyone should have fun with it.

*Yes

**Seriously, anything. Postcards, illustrations from kiddie books, illustrations from vintage books, your kid’s scribblings,  a sheet of stamps, stamp art, a blueprint, cards, gift cards (I’ve framed gift cards–yup)…I could go on forever. The lesson here is: Everything looks good and “finished”  in a frame.

UPDATE: The piece to the right of the piece above my mantle is by an old artist friend of my dad and ex-stepmother’s. She made this huge mural on paper and let people come up, lay claim to a portion of the mural and cut it out. My parental units chose that piece because her face is in it.

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28 thoughts on “Art. Poop. Poop Art.

  1. I’ve found that in order to have good art on one’s wall it is important to have good taste. As a result, my walls are covered with dogs playing poker and Elvis’ portrait on black velvet.

    That said, I still wouldn’t have a Kincaid.

  2. Kids art totally rocks, especially if you give them decent paper once they can draw from life. I nonchalantly-like gave lemon square pieces of paper sometimes, and her sense of composition was so sharp, she worked it out. I kept a lot of her stuff, and found some more last night. I had a lot of those clear plastic portfolios for lists and contacts and such, and everyone of them had her art work in the front and back covers. It’s a great way to preserve them. (hint, hint) You can scan them also, no doubt, but there is something about having the original.

    And, of course, manilla paper rots. Poo. Should be at least as good as bond paper. We bought bulk at Office Max, and went to Michael’s a lot. She really, really liked being rewarded with art supplies, even if it was just a couple of sheets of really good paper so she could see what it was like to work on paper like that.

    She felt like a “real” artist working on my easel, too.

  3. Oh, yeah—- will you tell me about the painting and let me nab it and take it over to my place? Clouds says I have to take it easy today, so I guess I’m going to be doing a lot of stuff on the puter.

    • Which painting? The first is just a print I found in a catalog. You can find a link to it in the entry.

      I’m embarrassed to say I cannot remember the name of the Jonathan Green (mantle) piece. I will have to look it up! But you can’t have it! You’ll have to go down to South Carolina and pick one up for yourself! (When I was at the market, there were 2 signed, framed copies. I nabbed one.)

  4. I meant “nab it” digitally, love-ey. Looks like you’re very busy with that babbie, right now. I can take him off your hands for ya’ for a bit. I’ve got a turni—Back gollumwiley! Back! Back! Back! But he looks so delicious. So tender. So babbie-like. NO! YOU CANNOT ROAST POOKIETRONIC! Maybe some other babbie? NO!!!!!! Rats.

    And just to clarify, my hint, hint was to hint that you can store YOUR child’s (or children’s) art in folders to keep them flat and to show the world how brilliant your little Picasso is. No matter how much lemon drop was making me work and making me crazy, seeing her artwork and watching her as she worked on a creative project always cheered me up.

    Pookie-tronics may be near or in that stage in which babbies can do amazing compositions with their own shit. Gotta start somewhere, and they usually can’t afford art supplies, so they improvise.

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