I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...

 

And it wasn’t an artistic one. It was a sentimental one, a chord being plucked in your memory, in your yarn ball of cultural references , in who you once were, before you became this.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

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Roy Lichtenstein - The printmaker

When you walked into the Tel-Aviv museum there was a huge Lichtenstein print all over the right wall leading into the exhibition halls. As you can guess from the stein in his name, getting such a monumental piece for this important museum was a sign of pride for both parts of the deal.

I was always impressed with it as a child, walking into that big white building and seeing something that I could relate to on a childish level, on an artistic level, on the conceptual level. It was part of my basic artistic education and symbolized for me the new world of art, the free spirit of the second half of last century's cultural development.

 
Pop Art looks out into the world. It doesn't look like a painting of something, it looks like the thing itself.

Last time I was there, a couple of years ago, it was gone. Instead there were three crappy modern art photos which to me were nothing more than an insult to art, and to me as a person, but I guess this is they way most museums go these days.

The trend, the quick fix, the fast buck, the name that sells, the emptiness of soul-less uneducated full of themselves curators and owners. The first thing I did when I finished that visit in the museum was to go grab the nearest Lichtenstein book I could get my hands on and dive into it with childhood pleasure and nostalgic bliss.

There was a reason why this artist meant so much to me, and to so many other people in the world. And it wasn’t an artistic one. It was a sentimental one, a chord being plucked in your memory, in your yarn ball of cultural references , in who you once were, before you became this.

 
Suppose I would still prefer to sit under a tree with a picnic basket rather than under a gas pump, but signs and comic strips are interesting as subject matter.
 
Lichtenstein wasn’t the most exciting artist, and he knew it, he even said it in many interviews, but it think he was just being hard on himself. He had his way to pass a message, and to find new tools to pass that message that were so efficient we almost didn’t notice he didn’t invent anything, just magnified, focused, brought to the light.

I find that quality admirable on any level I can think of, artistic, cultural, historical, social, personal.
I take off my hat off to the prince of pop. The understating, subtle, seriously sarcastic Lichtenstein and his polka dotted print style prime-colored poetry.

 
I don't have big anxieties. I wish I did. I'd be much more interesting.