Bill, you have really outdone yourself this time. Each drawing is brilliantly clever and dark. These are things I’ve been saying in my head at the state of “art as commodity”, and now you’ve put it all down in such a beautiful way. Thanks, from an oil painter turned barista here in Vermont
I always figured more folks would be less frightened of art if it was presented at something user friendly that they could understand, like a franchise. Maybe I can get Larry interested in a chain of “Gagosians”. We could sell Hirst dot paintings in every community in the world! Now THAT would improve our quality of life.
Bill, you are an entrepreneurial visionary! Thomas Kinkaid, Damian Hirst, Pablo Picasso… the greats can’t hold a candle to this idea. I image driving across the barren plains of Kansas and seeing “Eat Here Shithead!” Who wouldn’t stop just for the experience? Really great series! Where are you showing them?
Thank you Mr. Hess. Yes to have them constructed on sites where failed franchises once lurked-that would be ideal. They’re not showing anywhere for the time being, just sitting in the basement. Oddly enough, my only scheduled show is in August, at the Air Force Academy outside of Colorado Springs. I’m not exactly making any artistic inroads here in Lil Ol’ Wisconsin.
Bill, Seems like we are surrounded by electronic social media positive platitudes that mean nothing. The attempt to make us feel all good and warm and fuzzy just leaves us feeling empty. Your wonderful drawing brings it all home. No matter how many times you hear how cool it is to turn 60; the truth is in the body and its slow return to dust.
I love platitudes and feel good aphorisms-bumper sticker communication. They’re Awesome! I was recently chastised by a relative who told me I was too cynical, that I should just be Happy(!). She said she was Happy(!) and I made the mistake of quoting the sage Randy Newman to her “Wanting to be Happy is kind of like wanting to be developmentally disabled.” I tried to explain that perhaps a desire to be “satisfied” would carry more substance and make a bit more sense, but it was too late, she didn’t want to discuss such matters with a person that refuses to be “Happy(!).” To paraphrase Mr. Newman yet again, “The un-examined life is probably the best idea for most people.”
Yes, the Anti-Mt Rushmore. I’ve been thinking lately we need a true monument to all these folks who have driven our climate to the brink in order to make a few extra bucks. Something that has all their names engraved into it and will last millennia. There should be a contest, and find some job creator to fund it.
Good idea. We could get travel agencies to airdrop wealthy pilgrims into the Park of the Creators, where they could fight reptiles and each other to the death with sharpened hedge funds. It would make a fine reality tv series, on the Bloomberg Network, naturally.
These days artists loose their ears from cancer caused by extensive phone usage. I actually wonder what the image of a ‘real artist’ is to a younger generation. For us, that Van Gogh persona was kind of it. Now it might be the bored cool of Warhol, or the missing persona of Banksy, or a money vacuum like Hirst.
You’re saying I’m going to have to vivisect myself and jump into a vitrine of formaldehyde? I’m on it. Whatever it takes to remain vital to the young uns. Since I’m living in Wisconsin now, I may have to share the vitrine with a heifer…
Is that a smudge on his shirt? Can’t forget the artist’s vow of poverty. And those pencil sharpening pupils…a nice touch of danger. Not easy to be intense and funny simultaneously!
I think I spilled coffee or cognac or absinthe or something while getting the right intense gaze.
Pencil sharpening pupils? Dang, now that the ear is finished, I guess it’s time to go for the vision. Ouch! Thanks for the suggestion…