Tag Archives: art

News you can’t use.

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Because the nightly news is too depressing and hate filled.

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I shop at Goodwill all the time. Closest I’ve ever come to art is Elvis on velvet and dogs playing poker.

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I don’t eat Cup Noodles, why in the world would I want to paint my face or nails to match?

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When you have a head that looks like you’re constantly flipping someone off, it pays to look surprised.

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Guest house might be stretching it, but boy… I wish these had been for sale when my MIL was alive.

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Maybe he should quit his day job.

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My husband’s cousin’s son (is that second cousin?) is a doctor. He was the first physician who diagnosed my late mother’s terminal cancer and was the epitome of professionalism with compassion.

And if that’s not impressive enough? I’ve just discovered he’s been hiding a whole lotta artistic talent under that white coat.

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Apparently the basement of his old Victorian home is being turned into a shrine to rock and roll.

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He just started posting pictures of his work and all I could think was, damn.

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The boy has mad skills.

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Is it me?

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Christina’s World is one of Andrew Wyeth’s most famous paintings.

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So surely I can’t be the only one who sees the similarities here….

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Let’s examine the Museum of Modern Art’s description. I’ve circled the pertinent parts for comparison.

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Am I right, or am I right?

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And while Lord Dudley doesn’t have polio like poor Christina, he does share her propensity for crawling…. so I’m calling it.

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Wanted

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As we were leaving our small town’s festival I saw a sign pointing to a local artist’s collection of folk art carvings.

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The man and his art are well known in my town with one piece of this collection featured and displayed every year in our town hall.

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Three of the pieces were bought by private parties before the town decided to acquire the collection and were graciously lent to us for this event. It was the first time the collection has ever been exhibited together. Except…

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There’s one missing.

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The widow of the artist doesn’t know who her late husband sold The Raven to, but there’s been an extensive search … with no luck.

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You really have to see these in person to appreciate the craftsmanship.

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And my poor pictures don’t do the beauty of the wood carving justice.

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All the creatures depicted are native to our area. They are depicted with the joy of, and reverence for, nature.

So if you ever see that Raven? Please let me know.

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I feel like my food is just phoning it in.

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After reading an article about a fine arts student in Montreal who made clothing out of food?

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I realized the contents of my refrigerator have to step up their game.

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Damn it cabbage, get up off your ass.

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And to think I’ve been wasting my broccoli in casseroles.

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A potato chip shirt? Sure it’s all innocent fun… until someone opens the dip.

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I don’t know about you, but an orange isn’t going to cut it for me. My girls would need cantaloupes.

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The eagle has landed.

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Our neighbor, she of the new stained glass hobby, invited us down to her house to take a look at her work. Not being one to arrive empty handed I brought this….

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A bottle of wine from one of our trips. I planned to ply her with alcohol and drive the price of the eagle I had my eye on down.

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The picture she’d sent me made the piece look quite large… and though in reality it wasn’t, it still turned out to be a nice addition to the man cave.

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On the table with my husband’s challenge coin collection.

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Below the WWII propaganda posters.

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Proudly guarding our bar. (And yes, I got the 20% friends and family discount.)

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