"In the car" by Roy Lichtenstein:
Me putting my face in a hole:
I was inspired to make myself into a cartoon right out of a Roy Lichtenstein painting. I saw Lichtenstein's work at the Guggenheim in 2003 and honestly, I was totally unimpressed by his oeuvre. Years later I find myself appreciating his pieces. There is something funny, tongue in cheek about his paintings. Are these women/muses his ex-girlfriends? Is he intrigued by the drama of the damsel in distress? I think this whole wet tissue view of women is rather hilarious because I can be that way sometimes. In 2003 walking up the spiral Gugg, I kept on thinking, is Lichtenstein just delving deeper into Picasso's portrayal of a weeping woman but in a softer way, taking another turn? I remember hearing the story of "The Weeping Woman" in Art History, how this painting below is Picasso's ex-girlfriend, Dora Maar, and how Picasso left Maar. What a horrible way to be remembered in history.
The Weeping Woman by Picasso:
So I decided to speak for Maar. Or maybe I'm full of shit. Who knows? I do know that Lichtenstein's paintings haunt some of my dream life like a melody.
Me putting my face in a hole:
I was inspired to make myself into a cartoon right out of a Roy Lichtenstein painting. I saw Lichtenstein's work at the Guggenheim in 2003 and honestly, I was totally unimpressed by his oeuvre. Years later I find myself appreciating his pieces. There is something funny, tongue in cheek about his paintings. Are these women/muses his ex-girlfriends? Is he intrigued by the drama of the damsel in distress? I think this whole wet tissue view of women is rather hilarious because I can be that way sometimes. In 2003 walking up the spiral Gugg, I kept on thinking, is Lichtenstein just delving deeper into Picasso's portrayal of a weeping woman but in a softer way, taking another turn? I remember hearing the story of "The Weeping Woman" in Art History, how this painting below is Picasso's ex-girlfriend, Dora Maar, and how Picasso left Maar. What a horrible way to be remembered in history.
The Weeping Woman by Picasso:
So I decided to speak for Maar. Or maybe I'm full of shit. Who knows? I do know that Lichtenstein's paintings haunt some of my dream life like a melody.
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