The painting is used to represent the frontliners battling against the pandemic so people can be free from the disease.

Result #1

The painting is used to represent the frontliners battling against the pandemic so people can be free from the disease. And it shows. The virus is spreading; this is the little bitch who burns down from hell.The Last Tango, though, is about the only painting on view that is on the verge of collapsing into juvenile art. It is too early to say whether the main culprit is that of the suns rays or the genre painting, but the result is that there is no turning back. The frontliners who were the Bojangles—Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Alice Cooper, and Eric Clapton—are all here and they are all dead. If the last part of the last song, Exit Music (Drink the new blood, you bastard), is any indication, America is about to be swallowed up by the virus. Even if every last mosquito leaves, it will be the virus that devours the universe. It is possible that this will be the music America will be when the world is nothing more than a bloodred morass. In any case, the bojangles are a dead prospect for any who wish to be brave and stand up to this death: they are afraid to be themselves. The music is already a dead prospect for them. Even if America and the world are the same in its unregenerated state, to perform the final task, which they cannot, will no doubt be forgiven for their bloodiness. Even in death it is a suicide note.Perhaps I am being overly apologetic, but the artists are so apologetic that it is all too easy to lose sight of the fact that they have never been great. The flashiness of some of their paintings suggests the possibility that they might be on the verge of being terrific, but the lessening that possibility is now, the better. They have never been great, but they have never been that bad either. The true risk is that their art is just too dependent on what has already been done in art.

Result #2

The painting is used to represent the frontliners battling against the pandemic so people can be free from the disease. Its a low-level version of the popular ill-art (or, perhaps, here is the big bloke, in his vintage jock leather suit, blowing on the back of the drum), and as a jocular ruse, it stands well as a simple comic strip joke.And here the clincher is the text. The most amusing element is a text that combines the best of the work: a short poem by Walt Whitman. In it, Whitman is described as a wily, humorous and often hilarious alter ego, and the poem has been translated, in a style, as one would like to pronounce it (a face-to-face conversation with a vamp, like a riddle). The poem consists of four sections: A great many paintings, a pretty head, and a jolly old bloke. This final section is a with-it section, with its self-parody and its miming of Whitman. This is more conventional painting. It is also a sort of second act, a kind of non-charmingly messy introduction to the third act. These are not painting on canvas, but on string—which is, ironically, what White might be trying to say.The paintings are made with so much paint, so much crudeness, that the paintings are going to look completely banal, at first, as if its just another kind of low art. But in fact, they arent, and the paintings do have a certain slapdash look, a slapdash painterliness, but it is a slapdash painterliness, not of art, but of bad painting. So, yes, they have a splashy quality—I hate to use such an expression—but it is not slap-dash, but used in a highly disingenuous way.The only way I can see them is in the crypt where, by a kind of sleight of hand, the paint is still a hundred percent pure white.

Result #3

In her superb Introduction to the Anthology of Modern Painting, 1962–65, Geddes notices that in subjects such as forest, landscape, and the ocean, there is a corresponding disenchantment. Geddes questions how the human species will survive and endure in the 21st century. The green, white, and black of the landscape of 1941–44 recalls the colors of the World War II bombers, and, in another region, like American blue or atomic red. In The Plant, 1945, the formalist work of postwar American painting comes to a standstill, a sort of primitivism that Geddes understands as a symptom of a grim situation.The dream that the soul of the world can be transcended and made immortal in art has certainly been achieved by the human species. But in Geddess work, we see a modernist approach that is as much interested in the test of art as in the ultimate redemption of it. It is as if we were being subjected to the end of civilization and the dawn of an Eden of freedom. In the end, Geddes war on the human soul can only be a defensive and self-defeating endeavor.

Result #4

The painting is used to represent the frontliners battling against the pandemic so people can be free from the disease. But it is more than that. The Spanish artist Luis Mórez describes the work as a visual narrative of the Aryan, Christian, and capitalist America. The art was originally a stencil on the wall, an easel-based piece that served as a place marker on the street where it was produced. The stencil and the street signs on the walls functioned as the legal documents of power, as Orwell would say.But the stencil is only the skeleton of the whole work, as the artwork details a series of indignities inflicted on it. It is the defacement of the emblems of power. In one of the posters—all in black—a cartoon image of Pepe the Frog appears against a white background. By this time the comic-coiffed frog, who has become the symbol of the alt-right, has become a figure of the police state. Another poster shows a policeman holding a bloody copy of the Pepe the Frog emblem, but his white uniform has been worn down to a ragged rectangle. In another, a football player is shown with a police helmet and holding a handgun, while clutching an empty sign of ersatz revolution. Meanwhile, the hand that is holding the sign of insurrection—America!—is painted black in a gesture of surrender, revealing the futility of the revolution and its continued failure to protect minorities.As disturbing as these depictions are, they are also funny, a corny comment on the self-parody that is also political. On top of the street signs, one finds a number of drawings. The figures depicted are largely incompetent clowns. The world is ruled by bad people, but some people arent bad at all; they are just plain bad at something. This is the message that is heard loud and clear, as seen in the ubiquitous image of Pepe the Frog (the bearded one is off the cover of comics, too).

Result #5

The moral of this tale is inescapable. The artistic scene in India as a whole is now dominated by a political conflict, and its spectacle is best seen in terms of a political-ideological muddle. The art world in this regard is only a step in the direction of apotheosis of political rhetoric. The further so-called political actions of India have led to a shocking conflict with the West, and it is better to withdraw into spiritualism than embrace a battle with it.India has used a spectacle of force to produce a sense of emotion; the press and the media have offered a spontaneous and clear witness to the world, and the public has been made to feel it is being lied to. In an attempt to create a wider audience for art, the artist or artist would do well to aim to make the event as emotional as possible.The best works in this show were those that dealt with the fragility of art. The past decade has seen the appropriation of traditional Indian symbols, so that in modernism the return of the body to nature has become a dominant concern. Indeed, this is exactly what the country is doing, as witnessed by the revival of ancient icons—the human form. Those avatars who still survive as nonnarrative art form a return to the primal—in this case the traditional Indian form of the human figure. The representation of human beings has become a matter of choice and is achieved through language and ritual. Such works as the paintings in this show suggest the huge opportunity that India is now given, to develop its symbol of human presence.

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