The girls in this show are my sister’s 17- and 18-year-old friends. I thought that it would be fun to a get a group of young girls together who are all obsessed with love and boys, makeup and prom, and so on, but don’t quite understand the pain and danger that can go with them. The paintings can be read differently: for example, love as pain, pain as pleasure—concepts that many teenage girls, and even many of us adults, don’t quite understand yet.
“We’re going to Mars. In fact, we’ll be there on Saturday.”
This is great!
BTW: Kanye West tweeted about this exhibition, and it has an R Kelly stick. It’s free on Tuesdays.
If you like weird little pictures and drawings and collages, Carolyn’s is a cool tumblr to follow.
“And kick it with ya bitch who come from Parisian. She know where I get mine from, and the season: now she wanna lick my plum in the evening and fit that tongue deep in. I guess that cunt getting eaten.”
Digital 4”x6”
© B Michael Payne 2012
Kool A.D. “Damien Hirst” (feat. MondreM.A.N. & Dope G) [prod. by Young L]
Seriously – Mr Hirst – I am talking to you. It seems you have no one around you to say this: stop, now. Shut up the shed. I say this as a longtime admirer, not an enemy. No encounter with a contemporary work of art has ever thrilled me like the day I walked into the Saatchi Gallery in 1992 and saw a tiger shark’s maw lurch towards me. But these paintings are abominations unto the lord of Art. They dismantle themselves. Each of these paintings – from the parrot in a cage to the blossoms and butterflies – takes on the difficulties of representational painting and visibly fails to come close, not merely to mastery, but to basic competence.
