Friday, May 14, 2004
Define art
After all that discussion about taming the controllable and uncontrollable, I had my own chance. Today, by chance (the uncontrollable), I found Mr. Picassohead and thus discovered my chance to make some art (the controllable). Mr. Picassohead is, as the name suggests, your opportunity to play Mr. Potatohead, though instead of rubber ears and a funny moustache you get Picasso-inspired body parts to play with.
I created two masterpieces, which were added to the extensive gallery. The first one is called id. The second one is called Susanne, for any great artist must paint the woman who stirs his dreams.
Wait a minute. Did I just say "great artist?" Well, my portraits certainly do not match Picasso's; he was well into his analytical Cubist phase when he painted a work that approximates the feelings of Susanne in its title, Ma Jolie--in fact, the work approximates everything, as by this point Picasso had already broken down our classical represenation of form. Nevermind he had been painting characteristic and famous paintings like The Old Guitarist by the time he was 22, two years younger than I am now.
It's fun to play Picasso--so fun, in fact, that I wanted to paint another little portrait. But, as much as I talked about the elements of creating art yesterday, there's another secret component that one of my teachers, Phil Powell, always expounded: half of art is knowing when to stop.
Thanks go to Memepool for the Mr. Picassohead link.
I created two masterpieces, which were added to the extensive gallery. The first one is called id. The second one is called Susanne, for any great artist must paint the woman who stirs his dreams.
Wait a minute. Did I just say "great artist?" Well, my portraits certainly do not match Picasso's; he was well into his analytical Cubist phase when he painted a work that approximates the feelings of Susanne in its title, Ma Jolie--in fact, the work approximates everything, as by this point Picasso had already broken down our classical represenation of form. Nevermind he had been painting characteristic and famous paintings like The Old Guitarist by the time he was 22, two years younger than I am now.
It's fun to play Picasso--so fun, in fact, that I wanted to paint another little portrait. But, as much as I talked about the elements of creating art yesterday, there's another secret component that one of my teachers, Phil Powell, always expounded: half of art is knowing when to stop.
Thanks go to Memepool for the Mr. Picassohead link.
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