Kim Kardashian‘s butt is not done breaking the Internet. While Paper, Kim Kardashian, and photographer Jean-Paul Goude think the photo of Kardashian’s shiny, oiled butt is art with a capital-A in its own right, one Danish dude decided that to qualify as art it really should be painted in oil … with his dick. Read more on The Gloss…
Scientific studies have shown that looking at original art activates the rewards system in your brain. My personal studies have shown that eating a donut does too. So I can only imagine what kind of happy-making cerebral fireworks would be set off by looking at this 18×24 inch original oil painting of a box of donuts. Delicious and artistic? Don’t mind if I do! [$225, Roz Art]
Former bumbling president/current amateur artist George W. Bush has expanded his painting repetoire since we last checked in with him. No longer is Dubya painting creepy portraits of himself in the shower (seriously, that’s actually something he painted) and in the bathtub. Last night he gifted Jay Leno with a portrait he painted of the “Tonight Show” host himself. Dare I say it’s actually good? Okay, good-ish. Please don’t send me hate mail, art students. I wonder where Leno is going to hang it. I feel like a portrait painted by a disgraced former president is a guest bathroom kind of thing.
What else has the most embarrassing president in recent history been up to? He adopted a stray cat named Bob. Also, he also declined to talk shit about President Obama, which was surprisingly classy of him. [ABC News, The Wire]
“Don’t be afraid of the white canvas.”
I’m sitting in the Nashville community art center for my first art class in almost a decade. My art teacher is standing at the front of the room repeating this phrase over and over in her sweet, calm voice. She brought homemade cupcakes to class and brewed a pot of coffee. Maroon 5 is inexplicably blaring from a paint-spattered boombox in the corner. I’m surrounded by easels and a small group of mostly middle-aged women who have signed up to spend their next eight Monday evenings learning abstract painting. I’m nervous.
“Experiment,” my teacher urges us. “Don’t be afraid.”
I dip a fat brush in water and coat it with acrylic paint. Deep breath. I drag an exuberant wash of magenta across the smooth canvas. It immediately starts dripping. I’m surprised to find that I don’t care at all. The color is so joyful. I want more of it. I stipple the edges of the canvas with the same lively pink, then rinse my brush and switch to yellow. I use quick, diagonal strokes. It overlaps with the magenta and creates a fiery orange. This is awesome, I think. I want to do this every day! Keep reading »
Just when you thought the streets of Brooklyn were safe again, cat people had to go do something ridiculous: on November 24th, there will be a Brooklyn Cat Painting Takedown held in a gallery space. What happens at a Cat Painting Takedown? Unlike past Takedowns where competitors try to make the best soup or bacon, artistes use their allotted time to paint the best cat picture possible. If this sounds too much like an elementary school class, guests can enjoy some (no doubt craft-brewed) beer and (vegan soy free range) chili while watching the Picassos do their art. Paintings will be auctioned off at the end of the event, with proceeds going to animal shelters. Awww! I renounce my snark, I like this cat painting thing after all. [Brokelyn]
[The above feline beast is my favorite Internet cat, Pudge, who I would paint if I participated in the Takedown.]
Courtney Love is getting creative, and this time it has nothing to do with naked Twit pics or making accusations that Dave Grohl hit on her daughter. She’s an artist now! Actually, according to Love, she’s always been an artist. Apparently, she studied at the San Francisco Art Institute in the ’80s. Who knew? Anyhow, her first gallery show “And She’s Not Even Pretty” is set to open this week at Fred Torres Collaborations in New York. The show will feature more than 45 of Love’s drawings, many of them with accompanying bits of her poetry and song lyrics. One of the more explicit pieces, “Keep It Up, Mother,” shows a woman on a crucifix with blood running down her naked body. The poetry reads: “How you must have suffered getting accustomed to ME. My savage solitary soul — my NAME that sends them all running …”
Uh oh. Someone is doing deep exploration of her “mothering issues.” AND we can’t wait to see the bloody display. Courtney isn’t the only famous person who has tried her hand at a different creative medium. Plenty of celebs have picked up the palette. Click through to see more celebs who fancy themselves artists. [LA Times]