Good friend is a kick ass artist! In fact, PCT's (that's me, third person, like a pro-football player) pic of himself was painted, by said good friend, in all of 30 minutes. Now, I mention my man the artist because he shows me the works of Vincent Desiderio yesterday. I overall enjoyed what I was seeing, some disturbing shit however. "Elegy" is an overhead view of a creepy old man lying in bed next to a child with a tracheotomy (apparently the artist's son) naked, spread eagle. If memory serves me, there is a green pressure tank on the floor, some opened books, plate of eaten food but I see none of this, all I can see in this work is an Evian bottle on the floor that seems to be within reach of the creepy old man in bed.
The emotion that I believe Elegy was intended to provoke was never reached, I was disappointed in myself, I couldnt quite feel the sadness that was going on herebecause of the crisp, cold, lack of ingredients, that flow from the French Alps into and then later out of that Evian bottle. Then I became a bit disappointed in the artist, why make this Evian bottle so prevalent, does Vincent want me to want a nice cold drink more than he wants me feel for what had died in this work.
Anyway, Vincent Desiderio really got me thinking with one of his other works. I realized that I shouldnt try so hard to open peoples eyes all of the time, sometimes folks, people need to figure shit out (mostly about me) on their own.
In Vincents book, Vincent Desiderio: Paintings 1975-2005, I was able to see a slice of his work The Progress of Self Love. This selection was very powerful, I observed the lower portion of the painting where a doctor is listening for a heartbeat (with his ear up to the chest) of what looks like a dead, half-naked, women lying the floor. A person was in the background standing in slacks, but what looked like a nightstick was creeping ever-so-slightly into the picture (which led me to believe the person in slacks was an officer of the law). On a couch in the upper right side all you could see was the lower portion of the couch, included was a naked leg bent at the knee touching the floor and a leg clothed lifted up higher on to the couch, making me assume this individual was sitting up. Millions of thoughts went through my mind about what was happening, or what had happened to make this situation occur. I could only speculate to the emotions of any of the characters in the painting because the doctor like figure has his head turned away from me as he listens for a heart beat, and the womans hair blocks her face. THEN, I turn the page of the book, only to see the police officer standing, with a face (and a beard, no cop has a beard!) and I see the two people on the couch and I hate the painting. Maybe Vincent would tell me that I am feeling exactly what he intended a person to feel when they viewed his work, but I just want to have this painting look to me how it did 5 minutes prior to turning that page. So, thanks Vince, I wont try so hard any more!
The emotion that I believe Elegy was intended to provoke was never reached, I was disappointed in myself, I couldnt quite feel the sadness that was going on herebecause of the crisp, cold, lack of ingredients, that flow from the French Alps into and then later out of that Evian bottle. Then I became a bit disappointed in the artist, why make this Evian bottle so prevalent, does Vincent want me to want a nice cold drink more than he wants me feel for what had died in this work.
Anyway, Vincent Desiderio really got me thinking with one of his other works. I realized that I shouldnt try so hard to open peoples eyes all of the time, sometimes folks, people need to figure shit out (mostly about me) on their own.
In Vincents book, Vincent Desiderio: Paintings 1975-2005, I was able to see a slice of his work The Progress of Self Love. This selection was very powerful, I observed the lower portion of the painting where a doctor is listening for a heartbeat (with his ear up to the chest) of what looks like a dead, half-naked, women lying the floor. A person was in the background standing in slacks, but what looked like a nightstick was creeping ever-so-slightly into the picture (which led me to believe the person in slacks was an officer of the law). On a couch in the upper right side all you could see was the lower portion of the couch, included was a naked leg bent at the knee touching the floor and a leg clothed lifted up higher on to the couch, making me assume this individual was sitting up. Millions of thoughts went through my mind about what was happening, or what had happened to make this situation occur. I could only speculate to the emotions of any of the characters in the painting because the doctor like figure has his head turned away from me as he listens for a heart beat, and the womans hair blocks her face. THEN, I turn the page of the book, only to see the police officer standing, with a face (and a beard, no cop has a beard!) and I see the two people on the couch and I hate the painting. Maybe Vincent would tell me that I am feeling exactly what he intended a person to feel when they viewed his work, but I just want to have this painting look to me how it did 5 minutes prior to turning that page. So, thanks Vince, I wont try so hard any more!
niobe:
I'll have mine plain. Thanks. 
phichitown:
I agree, Evian is much better plain. 